Switched Up Saturday

I woke up at about 10:30 on a Saturday morning, I was groggy so I went through my normal morning routine without noticing any differnences. Then when I saw "my" face in the mirror, only it wasn't my face it was the face of Rickie Fowler, my favorite professional golfer. I couldn't belive this and I shouted, my mom was grocery shopping, my dad was working, and my sister was at her friend's house so I figured I'd have a good hour or two to figure this out. When I walked outside my dog immidiately started barking at me and because my voice was different he didn't calm down when I told him it was ok. I didn't know what to do, but because I was "technically" over 16 I decided to go to play golf(I thought that if I was in the body of a pro golfer maybe I could play like one.) So I left a note saying that I went golfing with one of my friends. My driving job was rough to say the least, I was actually very suprised I didn't get pulled over. However when I got to the course I was crowded by peopleand the manager of the course told me I could play as much as I wanted for free. At this point I was praying I could play like a pro. After an eagle on the first hole I was pretty confident I had Rickie's golfing skills. I ended up shooting a -13, 59, a new course record. Once the word got out about Rickie Fowler playing at a local golf course my mom wanted to take me to see him. Kind of an awkward situation. Then I heard my phone ringing when I answered I heard my mom; "Oh my gosh Casey you're golfing at the same golf course as your favorite golfer, I can't believe it, have so much fun, bye!" When I got back to the clubhouse I saw on ESPN that Rickie Fowler had withdrawn from the current tournament he was leading. The manager looked at me and said, "Why would you quit, you were winning." I had no idea what to do so I went outside and standing before me was myself, my real body self. This confused me immensly. And then my body said, "So your the kid you took my body and cost me the tournament!" We then proceeded to drive around talking about what to do. He drove this time. We came to the idea that I, or Rickie Fowler in my body, would invite Rickie Fowler, or me in Rickie's body, over for dinner and then he could sleep in our camper and when we woke up we'd be back to normal. The plan went accordingly and when I woke up on Sunday I was myself. Then I thought it must have been a dream, there was no sign of Rickie anywhere, but when I saw a signed Puma golf hat I knew that it was not a dream at all.