A fish story -- we've all heard one, that mackerel that turns into a barracuda after enough beverages around the campfire or kitchen table. If you're a golfer though, you know that we've taken that fish story to an entirely different level. In less than thirty minutes, that straight uphill, ten-foot putt becomes a treacherous snake of no less than twenty-two feet. But even after acknowledging this fact, my tale might seem a little tall to even those golfers who've been lucky enough to achieve veteran status.
     Of all the times we've heard golfers swear by and at the golf gods, have you ever once heard of the gods answering a plea for help? Well, I hadn't either, brother, until I saw it myself. It happened to me, and it was before I had a drink, I swear.
     I've decided to commit this to paper before my trusted wife has me committed. My only witness to this entire affair is my good pal Jake, who unfortunately vowed to never speak of it again. Let me just unfold the story for you -- believe what you may.