Many years ago I played golf with my brother and my pop. The course was packed, and slow. Group behind us hit into us twice while we were waiting for a green to clear. There was literally no where to go, or we would have let them play through. Two holes later, I'm in the middle of the fairway, getting ready to hit (8 iron), and a ball rolls a foot from my ball. I hit my shot, then look back at the tee box. No sign of remorse. So I step up to the ball coming from the teebox, and hot one of my best 8 iron shots ever, with over 100 yards of that into the woods. A few seconds later, just after my brother hits his shot, a cart comes screaming up, a guy jumps out, runs over to me and gives me a two handed shove, and starts screaming at me. I didn't saying anything, and he acted like he was going to hit me. I calmly wrapped my 8 iron around his neck.