You've been working as a midnight ballerina for a couple of years now. It was the same as any other day; you drove to work and clocked in at your usual time. But it was a really fast night. You heard there was some huge golf tour championship in town, which was probably the reason there were so many older men there tonight.

One of your friends rushed up to you and pointed to a group of guys, yelling over the music, "THAT'S HAPPY GILMORE," she yelled to you, meaning nothing, as you didn't know who he was. The girl picked up on that quickly as she saw the blank expression on your face and said, "He's some big famous golfer or something- he-" she sighs and rolls her eyes, smiling "HE'S PLAYING IN THE CHAMPIONSHIP TOMORROW"

That was all she had to say to get you to walk over to him. He was sitting on the couch in the middle of the club, and all of his friends around him already had girls piling on top of them.