Well alosso, we all know the story so well.
All the credits, fame and adoration finally paid its toll. First it was all the female avatars, red heads, blonds, brunettes, I couldn't help myself I bought the lot.
Then the advertising for all that alcohol I had never heard of and had to try, Glenmorangie, Michelob, Bud, it all crept up on me. Before I knew it the sponsors were pulling out, I started to get the yips and the expensive balls were flying out of bounds. Arguments in the forums followed and I became a social pariah.
WGT came for my clubs and final, to avoid the creditors, I had to go into hiding.
The 2 years in the wilderness gave me time to reflect and after leaving the monastery and donating my final credits to the Society for Clubs bent through Anger, I am back to start playing the game in a simple and calm manor.
Ohmmmmm