Las Vegas, on the golf course of the Mandalay Beach Resort, Lin Guanglai aimed at the target and swung a clean drive, the white ball drawing an elegant arc in the air and landing precisely on the fairway about 300 yards away.
"Good shot!" Brian Cashman, accompanying Lin Guanglai, voiced his admiration. "Lin, it seems like you haven't been slacking during the offseason these past two years... Your golf skills have really improved."
Cashman then appeared to remember something: "I still remember when you first came to the United States, CC used to complain to me, saying your golf game didn't reflect being an excellent baseball player—if he saw you now, he'd probably be stunned, wouldn't he?"
"Haha, I suppose so." Lin Guanglai laughed heartily, then glanced at his watch. "Has Machado and his agent arrived yet? They're not very punctual, are they..."
