I have a great story about 16. My wife and I went to Pebble with another couple and Pastempo was to be our last course on the way back to SF Airport. My buddy liked to bet it up, but I preferred to keep it friendly, so I limited the action to $100 per day, no presses, match play.
So he is having fits with his swing all week and win $100 every day for 6 or 7 straight days. He is hitting these little snipe hooks that drive bomb to the ground. So on the last day, I close him out on 15 at P. So on the 16th tee he says, you got to let me press, so feeling guilty, I say ok and he hooks it into the creek. He reaches into his pocket, takes out another ball and presses again. Smae result.
He goes to his bag, and ditto balls 3 and 4 with more presses. He goes back to his bag and ditto balls 5,6 and 7. Now his wife is getting angry, I'm standing on the side of the tee staying out of his way, I'm up another $700, and he's out of balls...So, he goes into his wife's bag and tries to get some of her balls. She's nows screaming at him, I'm laughing so hard that my sides are splitting and I'm holding it all in facing the other way. My wife is now on my ass, making it my fault, as only a wife can do.
To make a long story short, the wives win and we drive off in silence. Kinda puts a damper on the drive to SF and the flight home