A few years ago we had a club event, with the usual "A", "B", "C" and "D" players, where we counted the lowest two net scores of the group. Of course a shotgun start and, although I was a 2 handicap, I got off to a start that I wasn't accustomed to in the least. -4 after 5 holes. On our 6th hole, I was in the middle of the fairway with a wedge in hand. I don't remember the particulars or the exact clubs, but I do remember that I started walking 3 holes previous, no doubt channeling my inner Ben Hogan in order to put me in as serious a state of mind that I can achieve. Which ain't serious. Anyways, as everybody else hits, I'm surveying my next shot. My cart buddy, and a good friend and great guy, came driving up in the cart with my clubs. I picked my weapon figuring that with my adrenaline and spectacular shotmaking that I possessed that day I figured I hit something very hard. As I was walking to my ball, my buddy said in a hushed, laughing tone, "Man, do you know you're 4 under?" He was excited for me. Like I said, he's a great guy.
Not a shocker that I bladed my shot so badly, that I had pretty much a full shot from behind the green. No clue as to what I shot that day but suffice to say, it was nowhere near -4.