The scene: My regular grudge match against the local PGA pro. I’ve beaten him two rounds in a row and won the front nine convincingly. He’s got a putt on #16 to save par, possibly win $2.00 and have some bragging rights. This putt is about a 3-4 footer. I’m closer for par.
They say that golf brings out a person’s inner personality… He somehow misses and throws a fit, throwing his putter up in the air and slamming his hat on the ground. He didn’t realize his $200 Maui Jims sunglasses were on his hat. His putter hits the ground, his hat bounces toward the hole, and his Maui Jims split in two.
Being the opportunist I am, I always carry my camera. I snapped the picture below, which couldn’t have been set up better intentionally. I wait for him to clean up his mess, then I calmly walk up and drain my dagger-in-the-heart putt.
Pictured below from top to bottom: The ball, the hole, his hat, my ball marker, his putter, the right half of his sunglasses, the left half of his sunglasses.
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