Jack Radley?

In a previous post, Boo Radley was discussed, outed, and put on notice. This past weekend, a new twist to Boo's story presented itself. Boo Radley may in fact have a brother living in Glen Ellyn, Illinois. One Jack "The Bastard" Radley was discovered at the Village Links Golf Course in Glen Ellyn and bore a striking resemblance as well as portrayed several character traits that were similar to those of his possible kin Boo.

Jack was not cordial or "socially acceptable" in the least, and he was a huge bastard. Meeting Jack consisted of the first tee's starter telling us he would be our fourth for the round, and introduced us to Jack. Upon greeting and shaking Jack's hand we were given a lisp-riddle hello and a look straight at the ground. Initially we thought that just to be nerves of meeting 3 guys he had never seen before and noticing that the 3 of them were going to be drinking over the course of 18 holes and wasn't sure what to expect from them. On the fairway of the 4th hole we were on to something...

One of us hit our 4th hole par 3 tee shot on to a different hole's tee box. Naturally he wanted no part in going to get it and showing his face to those he almost hit. So Jack decided that after the hole he would run and see if he could find it. While walking back to the 5th tee the bastard signaled as if he didn't find the ball. When he got closer I asked him, "So Jack did you find his ball up there?". The damn bastard replied "Nope", and proceeded to casually take my friends ball out of his pocket and slip it into his bag. All three of us noticed, but Jack didn't know we were on to him. That bastard continued with his round, providing scattered events of humor for those of us watching. The golf swing he possessed was more apt for the ice, as it was more of a slap shot than a golf swing.

Fast forward to the 16th hole...One of us hits our ball in the fairway but it is on the downside of a slope and we cannot see it from the tee but we know where the ball should be. Jack is up ahead and when we arrive at the location the ball should be at, it is not there. Jack has a hunch that the ball somehow rolled into the water, which was close, but not close enough for my buddies drive to have gone into the drink. Jack, the bastard, had taken another ball...