Back in my younger, pre-kid days, I was a pretty good player - handicap index bounced from just below 1 to around 2 for a handful of years. One year I played in a local amateur tournament at a course near where I live. Pretty solid field, it always attracts a lot of the better amateurs in the Tampa area, along with a lot of guys who are just playing to have fun without taking it serious. Three day tournament, flighted after 27 holes - they blind draw which 9 for day 2 gets used in the flighting to prevent sandbagging.
On day 1, I'm playing OK - even through 7. Eight is a fairly easy par 4; slight dogleg right, with OB on both sides - but the fairway is plenty wide. I hit a drive down the right side; can tell it's close, so hit a provisional that is almost identical. Get down to them, they are literally close enough to cover both with a baseball hat - and very close to the OB line. Study the stakes for several minutes, from both sides, and decided that they were both OB. Back to the tee, pump one down the left side that is again very close. Check it out, it's also OB by a few inches. Back to the tee, now brain-dead; blow one way out to the right, over-correct & blow one way out to the left. Then another that is barely out to the right. Finally hit one in play, 9 iron on, 2 putts, for a smooth sixteen. Stumble through the last 10 holes at even par, for an 84.
Go to a Bucs preseason game that night & get absolutely smashed. Get to the course the next morning, thinking I'm giving myself 25 minutes to get warmed up for my 8:45 tee time. Pull in the parking lot, buddy screams at me that my group is on the tee. Run with my bag to the tee, hit my first shot in bare feet, struggle around the first nine hung over & not at all ready to play, shoot 40. Finally stretch out & shoot two under on the back. Blind draw goes my way & they're using the front nine - so after 27 I'm sixteen over & in the fourth flight, with a bunch of guys who'd done well to average around 40 per nine for 27 holes; thanks to my good back nine, I'm tied for the lead.
Third day, higher flights play the white tees & they have them up. I shoot 68 & win the flight by miles & miles.
I bet Rory will slaughter the hackers in the 4th flight this weekend.