Allenby's character is questionable, to say the least. I'd imagine the caddie would've relished the opportunity to hash everything out in a secluded corner of the parking lot after Allenby finished his round.
I'm a superstitious everything when it comes to competitive endeavors and have been for a long time, although I only need one ritual per activity.
For golf, I only play natural wood-colored tees and I start every round with exactly five of them in my right pocket.
I've never been fleeced by a vanity guy. They don't bother me in the slightest
I've had a couple of sandbaggers get into my wallet real good before I realized what they were. That chapped my a$$ royally.
Sandbaggers are far, far worse.
I recall seeing a clip of Hale Irwin playing a yellow ball – perhaps in one of his U.S. Open wins?
I recently got a Sports Authority gift card in a company drawing and decided to burn it on golf balls. I damn near pulled the trigger on a dozen Volvik yellow ones, but went with Pro V1s instead.
Once I start a round, I'm in for the duration. I'm always bent on trying to fix whatever's going wrong. Sometimes that happens and sometimes it doesn't, but I always finish.
I've mentally checked out of a few rounds after 10 or 11 holes, then ended up playing the last 4 or 5 in 1-over or so. Sometimes the problem is just too much thinking.