Two down and two to play, and I too smiled when my opponent faded his ball to the right. Not into the bunker but over it into the water. We were playing a medal game, so at the end of that hole we were all square. That pleasant happening though was short lived. On the last hole, both our drives were down and on the fairway. He played first and was just off the green. I again smiled and steered my shot towards the green; well only in my mind, it was a shank - that dreaded word, I lost.
Later, he added this slightly longer one, which he maintains is true. Perhaps the names have been changed...
Len was on the putting green early, because his partners were turning their heads when he putted. Yet practicing for a whole hour was no cure. He had a game with his Oz mates and Gordon, the Scot, in Australia. Sadly every practice putt was one - in 'serf efrica' it's called 'the yips' - the "nice'"Ozzies just say don't Len putt. The game was on and by the time the 18th came Len already had 49 putts. Len had told the others about the Scot's word's for the forbidden word. Gordon was leading and had a 7 iron to the18th, The "nice" Ozzies in unison said - Hey Gordon, I hear you call it "sh-sh-short slice". Gorden did. One "nice" Ozzzie then had a 5-foot putt to win. Gordon chirped - don't do a Len. He did, and they tied the game. Two tie all tie. Len's 52 putts put him last and cost him the first round at the 19th. No guys we don't stop at one in Oz