Has anyone seen this happen?

It's been raining a ton here this winter. Nothing like the rain in LA. But plenty for the majestic, beautiful, timeless Sonoran desert. Two years ago we didn't get three inches of rain for the entire year. We've doubled that in the last two months. Golfwise, the last three weekends have been washouts.

Yesterday dawned sunny, if a bit musty from all the rain. A steady breeze blew renegade nimbus clouds from left to right on your radio dial all day long. It was a perfect day to play, and players came to play. We teed off at 8:37 and waited for the groups ahead for most of the front nine. Everyone was happy to be playing and the normal grumbling about slow play was spotty.
The condition were soggy but not atrocious. Balls picked up mud and needed a good scrubbing after each hole. The trash cans on our favorite muni, which sit next to he ball washers, always have a healthy stash of empty beer cans, empy half pints, and bannana peels.

The guys ahead of us were decent, although a couple of them could have moved up a tee box. One dude was having more trouble than the others. He had a hitch in his backswing that brought his swing too far over the top and sent his tee balls hard left. Played cleared and we didn't share a tee box with our friends until the 17th, a nifty 200-yard par 3. 17 plays downhill to a hidden green.

Our friend the snapper walks up to to the tee. Plants his tee into the ground. Sets his ball on the tee. Knocks his ball off his tee. Mumbles a few choice explatives. Squats, puts hit ball back on the tee. Stands up quickly and staggers away from his ball. Mumbles a few more explatives. Tosses his cigar to the ground, which by the way smells like a turd rolled in a leaf, takes a flask out his pocket and takes a good long pull. "Cough syrup," he says to no one and everyone. He takes dead aim. Swings and hits a beautiful shot straight toward the flag.

His partners cheered the shot. It was his shot of the day. Since you couldn't see the green, it was impossible to tell where the ball ended its journey. He accepted everyone's cheers graciously, and bent over to pick up his tee and his cigar.

Still smiling and accepting congrats, his put his lit cigar in his pocket and got his tee near his mouth when he looked sticken, said "Oh shit," and pulled his lit cigar from his pocket.

We roared.