When I was living in Chicago in the 90s, my best friend and I were guests of the sponsor of a Senior Tour event somewhere in the suburbs (Aurora?). I can only recall two things from that day, and not because of an alcohol-induced fog.
1. Late in the afternoon, we were sitting in the stands behind the 18th green and decided that when the group putting on the 18th finished, we'd head on back to the city. Simon Hobday was a member of that particular threesome. When they finished, we thanked our host and told him we were going to head on out. He told us that his company (Ameritech?) was hosting a party at the hotel where most of the players were staying, and that we should stop by as it was on our way home. Our host had been kind enough to give us parking passes that were located in the parking lot of the clubhouse, so within a few minutes, we were in our car and heading the the hotel, which was maybe 10 minutes away. When we walked into the room (hotel bar) where the party was being held, the first thing we noticed was a ruddy looking guy sitting at the bar, with a full schooner of beer resting on his head, all while he was drinking a beer, without spilling a drop from either glass.
It was Simon Hobday. I'm still amazed that in the time it took us to thank our host, walk to our car and drive to the hotel, he finished up his round, signed his scorecard, switched shoes and beat us to the party. Stunning.
2. Earlier in the day, when we first arrived at the course, I dragged my buddy to the range to watch some of the players warm up. As we were walking down the range, it sounded like one of the players either shanked or thinned a shot. It was Tom Weiskopf. Curiosity got the best of me as I wanted to see how pros recover from a case of the shanks. After maybe a minute, he hit the most beautiful, towering 3 iron I'd ever seen. And it sounded identical to the shot he'd just hit. It sounded like "click". Long story a bit longer, I ended up watching him hit balls for about a 30 minutes and every, I mean EVERY shot looked perfect to my eye and the irons all had that "click" sound.
Both of these were truly impressive feats.