Hey! That didn't sound embarassing; that sounded funny and memoriable. Way to go! Your friend symbolically dissed all stuffed shirts everywhere, as in those who said Federer's jeans were not proper attire for golf's "hallowed grounds." Give me a break, Federer was only a spectator at a practice round, dang nabbit! Someone, please stand up for the unwashed masses! Anyone!
Reminds me of when a good friend of mine smoked some reefer and stole some golf balls that were hit by a foursome wanting to play through. I chuckle to this day. But if you want embarrassment, try this one on. I lose friends by playng golf with them. I've played maybe 5 times in my whole life, lived in Pinehurst for the last 35 years, and no one, I repeat no one, will even think about playing golf with me. I am sooooo bad at golf that I have the golf ball that I made my only par in my trophy case. I was aiming at a rake in a bunker, thinking it was a flag pole, and knocked it off a tree. But my friend above is dead and the others don't call anymore. I remember one's words to me on Knollwood Fairway- "why are you doing this to yourself?" Well, for one, he invited me. I'm oblivious to the pain I am causing all around me. I kinda like golf, especially the beers at the end, because to me it's just FUN. Except that I will kill that leetle white ball eef I ever get my driver head out of the turf.