My two companions were taking a bathroom break so I played ready golf and teed off. Everything worked perfectly for this short hitter. Dead center of the sweet spot. The slight fade fit the slight dogleg right perfectly, the bounce and roll looked especially long. Then my buddies arrived. Jim is a strong player and easily out hits me by 20-40 yards. I told him there was no way he could even think he would out drive me on this hole. I said my drive was so pure and long that even Bryson would be impressed.
Well, Jim tried to look uninterested but I sensed he really wanted to shut me up. He went through his usual routine but were his arms just a bit tense in preparation for a mighty swing??
He made a hard swing and hooked the ball into the adjacent fairway. I love it when occasionally I can get into someone's head. Jim had the last laugh, beating me by 3 strokes but for one shot I was a "winner".