I doubt I can explain this well, so please accept my apologies.
Back in 2000, I was playing Heritage at Westmoor in Colorado. Poorly.
My approach to one hole was so far wide that it sailed left completely over a pond and landed on the shaggy bank of a different hole.
My playing partners were cold and tired and weary of watching me play by the rules during what they considered to be a lost round. So, it was with great irritation that they watched me march the looong way around the pond to search for my pellet.
I found it immediately. It was unmistkable - worn and torn and bearing my long-used, highly exclusive marking: "X-OUT"
It was sitting down so deeply in the snarl that I considered swallowing hard and going BIPSIC.
Instead, fueled by more than a little redass, I squinted hard and took a mighty swipe with a wedge.
The contact felt full, but the ball popped
straight up all of a foot, then meekly tucked itself back in the weeds, the X staring straight at me. Weird. Oh well.
Without taking a breath or step, I swiped again. Hard. This time the strike was a bit thin, and I watched with some embarassment as it redlined for the green - directly at my partners, who were standing by the hole...
applauding??? As I started to shout something about their sarcasm, the applause ceased abruptly. The group scattered. And one of my friends bellowed: "What the..?!? Don't be a $*#@&, man!"
To make an already-too-long story shorter, my first swing felt solid because it
was solid. Though I never saw it, it turns out that my discount Titleist actually flew straight, true, and in the hole on one hop - prompting the applause. What
I saw as "my" ball must have been directly underneath the first and flopped out as I thrashed over it. It never gave me a moment's pause when I looked down, because it was the exact same make and number and even bore my cheapskate stamp!
To recap: 1) I holed out! 2) My amigos warmly cheered as... 3) I rocketed another ball right at them. 4) They took understandable offense, and 5) to this day they still think I threw down another ball and swung with ill-intent, since nobody with any pride plays X-OUTS.
I still have no pride. And I still play X-OUTS.