Not quite as nice of a golf tale as last time...

Well I went golfing again today, same course as last time, but struggled a little bit more this time. Probably because I haven't swung a club since September, but it wasn't terrible. Struggled a good deal off the tee but was pretty solid in the mid and short game. Made a few nice chips and a few solid putts, but just couldn't get the driver to cooperate. Things were going decently well, I was behind a foursome so I was playing 2 balls which was nice. Everything was going reasonably smoothly until the 18th. Sliced my second tee shot pretty bad, and as I realized it was heading in the direction of the "middle-aged to old" guy behind me, I yelled FOUR! Well evidently this guy was going deaf or maybe the wind carried my voice past him or something, because he freaked out. My ball landed about a yard or two away from him, and he was not happy about it. So as I approach him I can hear him cussing me out, no big deal, he's mad which was totally understandable. I apologize profusely, completely taking the blame and saying I must not have yelled loud enough in my now raspy voice. It's here I notice that he just isn't having any of it, and keeps yelling, all the while stand right over my ball. So I figured I'd fight fire with fire, and intimidate him right back. Staring him straight in the eyes, I again apologize, this time a little more angrily and aggressively, walk up to him forming tight fists with my hands, and stand in front of him until he backed away from my ball. Wherein I picked it up, went to my first balls location, and finished my round. But I was smart enough not to stick around for too long, changed my shoes and went home. So I guess it was equally as exciting as last time, but in a completely different way. And thank god my genetics made me a good size, otherwise I imagine this would have not played out so "smoothly."