One of my Nephews thought he was a great striker of the ball.
(But is actuality he's a muscle head).
So my Dad's club had a pro am with a long drive contest. Way up in the Adirondacks and he and his Wife lived in Philly.
He struts out onto the t-box. Takes some mighty practice swings. With a Driver with a head on it the size of a cantaloupe.
Swings, a mighty blow, smack a loud sound.
The crowd gasps and then bursts out laughing. He had the ball teed up too high and had got under it too much and it went straight up, high, higher till it dropped onto the ladies tee box about 20 yards out.
He bent the driver, walked off the course and when we looked for him later he was nowhere to be found. We finally figured out that he had packed his bag and driven back to Philly. Which wouldn't have been that big a deal, if he had taken his Wife with him or at least let her know it was time to leave.
She divorced him a few months later. (It was Wife # 2 out of now 6 ((if you count married one girl twice....if not it's 5))))