Actually, there's more to that story. Right after the fight, that foursome let my twosome play through. So I was teeing off on a par 5 under the glare of a pissed off dude with blood streaming out of his face. I holed out my second shot for the only double-eagle of my golfing life. We were then joined by a twosome of young pros from New Jersey who just got to the course after driving all night. On the next hole, a par 3, I hit to within an inch. A few holes later, one of the pros collapsed into his cart, groaned that he was so hungry he could eat the ass out of a skunk, and fell asleep. We finished the round and went inside for lunch. The pugilist group came in after us and paid for a replay and another bucket of beers.