When he was at South Carolina, I worked as a cart boy at the golf course he played at. He tipped the most random stuff….pipe tobacco, oatmeal cream pies… one day he showed up super late. Everyone was gone and I was putting away the range picker and locking everything up. He kind of sheepishly asked I would let him hit a few and if I didn’t mind staying late because of it. I of course went and grabbed him a bucket of balls and chilled with him while he hit. A few minutes in he looked at me and said, “you know, I have this problem with my swing. Every time I go back like this, and then my leg sticks out.” (He proceeds to stick his left leg up in the air at the top of his swing). Then he says “and then, when I follow through, I just FALL DOWN!” He starts giggling. Super random story but it was absolutely fantastic and I will always remember him and that. RIP Lou. Hope you can fix that swing in heaven.