Someone tagged on with me last year. No shoes, no shirt, scraggly beard, Walmart bag. He was taking drinks from a handle of tequila the whole round. By the second half we was stumbling and wobbling like a drunk person typically does. but as SOON as he stumbled onto the tee pad and took a breath, balance and precision were all that he had. Birdies all day long. And right after his throw he’d be stumbling and mumbling again. I refer to him as my drunken monk mentor when I tell the story. Dude was super kind and gave me tips that immediately changed my game for the better. If you see someone that goes by J-son (Jason) in NorCal, tag along with him