Vincent didn't understand why all the trash baskets on the course listed to the right. On his early morning mows he had to dismount his Toro and straighten each of them out. He was actually growing increasingly cross at the delay this caused to his productive mowing time. It was all very inefficient. He was about to report these derelictions of duty to the Superintendent until he met Jimmy, the person responsible for them. In that moment, Vincent understood instantly and felt chagrin that he had been so quick to judge.Vincent learned that Jimmy had once been a promising player, one qualification away from making it to The Tour when he developed a chronic crook in his neck from playing a round with a set of ill-fitted clubs that he had borrowed when his own set was lost in a unfortunate airline baggage occurrence. Doctors informed him that the effects were irreversible. Jimmy persevered and continue to play but found that his natural power draw had deteriorated to a persistent slice. His game was never the same. He would never play competitively again. Jimmy loved golf and wanted to stay close to it in some capacity so he signed on at The Club to empty trash baskets on the course. Being a proud man, and a tad self-conscious of his affliction, Jimmy made his rounds in the wee hours of the early morning darkness, before the rest of the crew arrived. Vincent just happened to meet Jimmy by series a unlikely coincidences that led Vincent to believe in an intelligence force behind the universe.