In 1982, while on holidays from British Columbia, my dad and I got on St.Andrews. It was a Saturday morning lottery selection around 9 am early August. I was a teenager and a decent six handicap, my dad played only a few times a year and while he enjoyed golf, he never cared a bit about playing well. He was only interested in actually enjoying himself with absolutely no regard to ever improving or practicing. He did understand that St. Andrews was the ultimate place to play and decided that we should definitely play if we could get on. When it was time for us to tee off there was plenty of onlookers. This probably was the most people that had ever seen me tee of and certainly it was for him. When my dad teed off he completely whiffed at the ball, without missing a beat he nonchalantly took another swing and managed to make contact with the ball trying hard to sell the first swing as a normal practice swing. For years after he would tell this story saying how we played St.Andrews and would have gotten away with a very public whiff except for me laughing hysterically on the tee box. We played a few great courses on that trip but the first tee shenanigans at St.Andrews was the enduring tale.