
I have a friend who's a high 90s golfer and distracted by ANYTHING. One weekend he takes his biggest client and his client's biggest client - the President of a global corporation - to his company's country club. On the first hole the tees are maybe two yards short of a ball washer, which is where the President is standing. My friend sees a falling leaf in his downswing, sends his drive almost 90* left, hits the ball washer and then the President's forehead who had to be hospitalized. End of round, end of corporate golf for my buddy because an impossibly bad shot was merely improbable.












