Playing in a Tour pro-am event is definitely on my anti-bucket list. Years ago I was invited into a Wednesday foursome at a Senior PGA Tour event. With much anticipation, I prepared myself as if bound for a holy rite: I purchased a new golf shirt, had my pants dry cleaned and pressed, and polished my white golf shoes in the impeccable manner of my First Communion. But alas when the day arrived, the whole affair was a bust. Our self-absorbed pro largely ignored us during the five-hour ordeal, never asking a single question of his playing partners. And to top it off, I witnessed his veteran caddie secretly drop a ball in the rough so his “boss” could avoid an out of bounds penalty. Some may counter that my experience was an anomaly. That may be, but once was enough.
