Sincel losing to Happy Gilmore in a playoff, and getting a beatdown from Gilmore’s boss Mr. Larson, Shooter McGavin’s life has spiraled out of control. The real troubles started in the early 2000s, when McGavin worked as a caddy master at a Connecticut country club. After a few racist comments and allegations of an unauthorized orgy on the 8th green after club hours, McGavin made his way to LA pursue an acting career.
And is now filming a movie titled “The Squeeze.” The pressure of which has led to this unfortunate event.
Since that fateful day on the golf course, McGavin lived an antisocial life up and down the northeast. Engaging in unprotected sex with multiple partners, various forms of drug abuse, and even kidnapping. Some say McGavin hit rock bottom when his golf school poorly named “Shooting ‘Em Dead” was hit with a law suit after one of his students claimed Shooter tried to convince the boy that he was his father. But McGavin didn’t stop there.
An emotionally empty man, without a single person to call friend, McGavin began cruising the streets of Storrs, Connecticut, looking for UConn frat parties to horn in on. His game of choice? Beer pong, of course, during which fraternity brothers claim he’d point and yell “Shooter!” whenever making a shot.
Looks like the hell hole of debauchery that McGavin has called home for so long has finally spit him back out.
