New revelations from the sheep of Bo and Peep
The wiry fellow hauling clubs on this summer's pro tour looked to be your average caddy: suede shoes, mottled spectacles, blue sun cap. But Paul Groll, 32, quietly claims to be an emissary from an ultrasecretive religious cult that is—quite literally—outlandish.
The cult sounds like a cross between the Book of Revelation and Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End. It was born in 1975 when a distinguished-looking couple held a series of West Coast meetings to announce that a spaceship would soon arrive to swoop up...
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