KCee So, about 100 years ago when I used to actually play for a living, I was playing in a local Illinois PGA event and was paired with, what I referred to as a "Show Dog." In other words, everyone in the PGA knows the SHOW DOGS but nobody knows the rest of us, "Hound Dogs."
So this SHow Dog was actually the head of the Rules Commission for the PGA, Three holes into the tournament, he stops lining up his putt to complain that I was breaking the rule of marking my ball with a Vegas Poker Chip.
I told him that I was indeed NOT breaking the rules and quoted the, then rule that you should mark your ball with a small coin or similar.
He strongly disagreed and called the penalty on me. I asked for an immediate ruling which stopped play for the third pro in the group as well as the last two holes worth of groups as well as the first tee.
This Show Dog was so upset that I requested a formal ruling that he loses his mind. Yelling, screaming, swearing that a "punk kid who doesn't know the rules of OUR game has the balls to stop play on me."
Anyway, this guy was also a player. Rules comes out on a cart, reads to him that I was right and that I could mark my ball with the poker chip and this guy was beat red.
He picks up his ball, gets in the rules cart, still screaming even though it was proven to him and withdraws from the event.
Well, his caddy is left behind, but is actually happy that he doesn't had to lug this giant Powerbilt orange tour bag around anymore, but the caddy starts yelling at their cart driving away... Remining his man that he has the scorecad of the other player, me.
He has the driver turned around, spitting and hollering, as he pulls up, he takes my official scorecard out of his back pocket, tears it in half and drops it on the next tee box.
When everyone finally heard what happened that day, he was the laughing stock of the organization.
People kept telling me how what I did took balls, but he called me on the infraction, I just told him that the rules do not support his claim.
Long day.
