Well I think I qualify with some of these golf storys in my past.
I am a teenager caddying for my Uncle. He was a good golfer and was driving off the white tee.
Just as he hit the ball this guy comes walking up over a hill about 20 yards away right in front of him . We all watched as the ball whizzed by his right ear at about the speed of light. We had to tell him he was almost a goner. I am surprised we don't read about people killed more on golf courses.
I am golfing with my boss. I hit in the woods. My boss follows me in with the cart. I am in front of a tree and my boss says.... Scott can you get around that tree ? I go yeh no problem.
I bounce the ball off the tree and it goes by my boss's head on what I call a severe richochet.
Me and some buddys are out golfing and drinking. A huge thunderstorm comes up and they are telling everyone to get off the course. We decide to take cover under a metal hut with metal benchs. Yep..... Lightning strikes the hut and it sounded like a sonic boom. I can't hear out of my left ear for 3 months.
I am in a tournament with companies I worked with. We are at Hickory Knob golf course in South Carolina. Standing on the 13th hole, 150 yds about. I had this old golf glove on that I had worn for years. One guy yells over... Hey Scott you think you could get a new glove someday ? So I says OK just for that I am going to hit this sum bitch in the hole. Yep .....Hole in one.
Called my shot like fawking Babe Ruth.
I used a orange ball and I had it mounted on a plaque with the worn out glove and a signed card from the other golfers. That was when I knew I could do anything I set my mind to.
Oh yeh on the next hole I shot a 10. At the awards dinner, I got drunk, passed out, and vomited on the dinner table. Man what a great day that was.