Anyone who had the misfortune of watching me play golf back when I had the "chip yips" really badly (ask Patrick Mucci) probably will chuckle at this story.
I had Rocky as my caddie at PV, and Rocky calls everyone "Pro".
It's a double-edged sword and it certainly cut both ways that day as I hit some fine shots and some not so fine ones, and there's just a subtle hint of change of tone in Rocky's voice between "Nice shot, Pro", and "That's a shame, Pro".
In any case, by the 16th hole my short-game nerves were about completely frazzled, and I believe I played a bit of pong around the prior green, but overall I figured that I probably had gotten away most of the day without a complete embarrassment of short-game-shame.
After a decent drive a bit too far left, my somewhat timid approach ended up about 15 yards short of the front of the green, and the flagstick was towards the back.
Rocky set the bag down, and without hesitation I grabbed my putter.
Briskly walking away, I heard Rocky say, "I like that club, Pro.....I've seen your chipping action."