My wife and I went for a week holiday with my parents at Starr Pass golf resort in Tucson. Rory Sabbatini was the pro there at the time, even though I don't think he was around much because he was steadily playing the tour. On the first tee, dad and I were paired up with Rory's dad and brother. His brother had played competitively in South Africa and was trying to make it onto the US tour.
The two Sabbatini's were really nice guys, and they told us to just relax and play our own games. Rory's brother, who was just a bit smaller than a mountain, could absolutely crush the ball. I'm not short by any means and played off the tees one set back from the regular men's tees. The two Sabbatini's played from the pro tees, which was short plane ride behind my tees. Rory's brother was still driving his ball out to and often beyond my ball. He said that he was short compared to Rory.
On one of the par 5s, Rory's brother and I both crushed our drives, which meant that despite Sab's tees being about 50 yards behind mine, we were sitting side-by-side just over 200 yards from the green. Sab says, "Hey, how about $20 for closet to the hole." I declined, considering he was trying to get on the tour, which he kibitzed me about a bit. Damned if I don't pure a 4-iron to about ten feet. He laughs and says, "You should have bet me." When we got to the green, I hit a putt that didn't even come close to the hole. Mr. Sabbatini just about split a gut and said, "That was, without a doubt, the worst eagle putt I have ever seen struck in my life." It was all in good fun and I took it as such. It was a really fun day (even when I hit a house with one of my tee shots).