I'm glad you posted this King, for living in Scottsdale I have crossed paths with Crazy Al on a few occasions. The first time, an acquaintance of mine went on a date, ONE date, with Albert and he pulled this stalking shit on her. She said of him then (1999) "That guy is fucking crazy". Well said indeed.

Not long after that I worked at a great golf course where we would get some blingy clientele from time to time. So imagine our suprise when this foursome rolls up on us and keeps returning: Albert Belle, Tony "Crackhead" Phillips, and Vince "I throw M-80's at little girls" Coleman with a token whitey handler rounding out the crimewave. Un-fucking-believable.

They paid no attention to cartpath rules, golf etiquette, or the Geneva Convention for that matter. Holy shit dudes, a word of advice. If you want to play golf for money against Tony Phillips and you don't want to get a gun pulled on you, lose.
. . . and fuck Jason Grimsley too, cheating fuck.