James,
When I got to the tee on the 10th, I asked my caddie, an old-timer at the Valley, what the distance was to the Asshole. He wasn't exactly the type of caddie I would say had the greatest sense of humor, more serious then the others but he really did know his stuff.
From the tees we were playing, he handed me a 7 iron and told me to swing away. Now mind you that I had asked him the distance and he just handed me the club he thought I should hit to the pin, which was playing back right, directly over the famed orfice. "No, what's the distance to the asshole?" I replied, and he looked at me sort of weird and said, "7 iron." That's when I told him that I didn't come here to put it on the green and putt for birdie, I came here to take on the Asshole. He got pretty upset and reacted like, Are you crazy? and then finally relented and handed me the 8 iron which I put about four yards short but right on line.
The rest of the caddies pretty much were laughing, as were my playing partners and they rewarded me by putting my ball into the Asshole and letting me hit out of it, which I fould to be a piece of cake! Mayor Ott even signed my Pine Valley book, To Tommy Naccarato, the only person who actually played for the DAH!
I just missed putting it for my three. Well sort of! (when you consider that some rules we're broken by droping the ball into the bunker for me!)