It was one of those fund-raisers Rock loved. He knew on a first-name basis at least a quarter of the roughly two-hundred people gathered at First Tee of Little Rock to raise money for the club, which claims to target underprivileged children for its lessons in golf and life.
Everyone there acted as if they were happy as hell to see everyone else. There were big smiles all around as Rock stepped from the A-framed pro shop toward the driving range, where several PGA Tour players with local connections were teaching a few of the children gathered around the range.
After an hour or so of pure entertainment, Rock walked from the practice range and through the First Tee building to the parking lot. At some point, for a reason he would never know, Rock took off his white long-sleeve T-shirt, an act he wasn't even aware of until he suddenly found himself beside his car with the shirt in his right hand. He heard people laughing, surely at him he supposed.
Rock immediately put the shirt back on and drove away as quickly as possible. He wondered on the way home when he took the shirt off and how many people had seen him, and furthermore whether he was losing his mind.
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