Several years ago we were playing the second round of the first and only Crosby, Crosby, Crosby, Crosby Open up in the middle of nowhere in NH. We were cruising along, waiting for no one in front of us and not being rushed by anyone behind us. When suddenly a foursome came flying up behind us and caught us on what I remember was the 16th hole. Would you believe one of the group was none other than Gene Sarazen!!!
We later found out that he had a home up there at the time and was doing some consulting work at this particular golf course. We decided that since they came out of nowhere, that we should probably let them play through. And we did just that. All four of their group knocked it on the green on the par 3. We walked to the green with them as we had already hit our tee-shots.
Gene Sarazen calmly rolled in about a 30 footer for his birdie and my father canned his from about 15 ft and proudly proclaimed that he and Gene always birdie that hole when they play together!!!!!
I will always remember that moment on the golf course.
Another funny (to me) story about that round was that one of my brothers found out on the first tee that the epoxy on every one of his clubs had come undone and the heads were spinning freely on the shaft. He was understandably very angry. He had to use rental clubs and never calmed down after finding his clubs were unusable and played very poorly that day. I will have to remember that tactic for the next Open.
Oh, by the way: I won the Open with back to back 80's. (Why do I remember that?)
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