My best round actually involved one of my close friends David. We were playing TOC on the final day of our annual trip. I had arranged for David to have a caddy I'd had earlier in the week and liked quite a bit. This was Dave's first round at TOC and he was embroiled in a bitter grudge match with another friend Barry. Dave wasn't having a great time. He wasn't playing his best, didn't get on great with the caddy and the weather was all over the place. He wasn't getting the whole St. Andrews thing...We came to 18 and he was 1 down in his match which had grown fairly large by this point. His second on 18 ended up short and right in the Valley of Sin. He stepped up and drained his 105' putt (we paced it off) to square the match and proceeded to get a standing ovation from the 50-100 tourists/spectators lining the fence around the final hole in town. He doffed his cap, made some offhand remark to the crowd about it being a routine 3, and we haven't been able to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face ever since....