Played in a twilight 9 hole scramble last night. Teams are divided A,B,C,D players--we get to the first tee and d-bag quickly steps up saying, "well since I'm our A player I'll be hitting last." No problem yet, since none of us had seen him play. He really was not a bad player, but after 4 holes we still had never used one of his shots. As we prepare to putt on the fourth, one of the players says to our "B" player, "go ahead and knock it in--I think you're our A." The stare that was given to this man would have melted steel, but nothing was said.
Finally our "A" player sinks about a 15 footer for a birdie and with a resounding chest bump..."Now whos the A player?"
I knew the minute I saw this guy warming up he would be my worst nightmare. Iron covers, tour bag, the whole nine yards of stupidity.