I've had a couple golf-related:
Years ago, Oldsmobile used to sponsor a national golf tournament, the Oldsmobile Scramble. They held local qualifiers all over the country, where you brought your own 4 man team. Winners of the local qualifiers advanced to a number of regional qualifiers; at those you brought with you the club pro from where you'd qualified. The winners advanced to the national finals, which were held at Disney World in conjunction with the PGA event there. Roughly 100 teams made it to that; you played 3 days, and about the top 40 made the cut for the final day, in which you also picked up a PGA player.
I live only about an hour from Disney property, so my one year my group decided to play in their local qualifier (due to the size, they advanced a lot more teams to the next round). We won there, picked up one of their club pros, and then one the regional at a nearby course - so we made it to the national. We didn't play very well the first two days & knew we had no realistic chance to make it into the top 40; the club pro, Steve, told us at the end of the 2nd day "let's all meet at Pleasure Island (what was then Disney's "night club" area - a few shops, restaurants, and a handful of bars...it's now been rebranded as Disney Springs). He had a childhood friend who was coming in town & they were planning to get together for some drinks, so he figured he'd bring us along - he said his buddy was loaded, liked to drink, and always picked up the tab, so we were in! We meet up and we're sitting in the saloon-themed bar having a beer. I look over towards the door, and see a guy walk in who's a dead ringer for Fuzzy Zoeller. That guy grabs a beer, starts looking around, then heads over in our direction. Gets to our table, Steve jumps up & they give each other a big hug; Steve says, "guys this is Frank, but everybody's always called him Fuz." They'd grown up together, been best friends since elementary school, played HS golf together. We proceeded to get smashed; last thing I really remember was a waitress coming around dressed up like a gunslinger, with one of those belts that holds bullets like the bad guys wore in old country & western movies - but the "bullets" were shots in the little test tubes. Fuzzy asked her how much, she replied with the price per drink, and he responded, "no not for one, I wanna buy the whole belt - what kind of deal will you cut me?" After that, things were pretty fuzzy for me, too. I'm not at all sure that his nickname came from his initials (Frank Urban Zoeller) - I'm pretty sure it came from his ability to consume booze.
The other was also in the Orlando area. At the time, I was playing a lot & was pretty good; a few buddies and I entered a high level amateur tournament, two days at the Grand Cypress resort, stroke play; a lot of the field was guys playing major college golf, including a few who went on to play on the tour. At the time Grand Cypress had two courses, a resort course and a links course. We went over to play a practice round a week or so before the event, got there really early because we wanted to play both courses. We started out on the links course, and the guy in the pro shop told us that there were a few groups in front of us, that had started about 30 minutes earlier. He indicated that the group immediately in front of us was a twosome; apologized, said we don't normally allow twosomes but they're playing a practice round also. Said he knew both of them, they were really good players, and probably wouldn't hold us up unless they occasionally hit an extra shot or two from somewhere. On about the 5th hole, we caught up to them; it was coming off a short par 5 & the next hole was a tough par 3. They'd just hit their tee shots when we came up to the tee. The twosome was....Mark O'meara and Tiger. Their practice round was because they were headed overseas for the British in a few weeks & were wanting to get some work in on links style layout, bunkers, etc.