I golfed in high school and would have been the only returning varsity golfer my senior season. We had a 9 hole, par 36 course where my average was around 41, which would have easily made me #1 on the squad. One of my good friends was a 3-year JV performer with an average score of around 61, and I'm pretty sure he was cheating to get there. My dad always purchased family memberships, so I decided that I would bypass the cold weather practices and meets when I was a senior and just go out whenever I wanted to. Just so happens that the first really nice Spring day and my first day golfing my senior year was the first meet they had on our home course. Everything I hit was gold, and my friend was feeding off me. Both of us were on our games. We get done with our 9 and are walking back to the clubhouse when we run into the coach. He asks me what I shot and I say "par". While fighting back the urge to cry, my friend informs coach that he shot a 40 (and he actually did). 2 hours later I see my coach in my mom & dad's bar doing shots and barely hanging onto his seat. He never talked to me again after that day. Good times.