A few years back, I went out to play some golf with three buddies. One of them owed me a round, so he went in the clubhouse to pay for me while I was getting my stuff together. I walked past the clubhouse and went straight to the practice green. My buddy came out of the clubhouse chuckling.

"The guy inside thinks you're Tiger Woods," he said. "I'm not sure if it's because you didn't come in the clubhouse or because you're a black guy with a hat on at a golf course."

"Probably both. Or maybe it's because of my skills." Immediately after I said that, I hit a chip shot to a hole probably 30 or 40 feet away. The ball trickled up to the hole and dropped in the cup. Seconds later, this crazy man with a heavy Australian accent came bursting out of the clubhouse.

As he ran over to the practice green, he screamed, "YOU ARE TIGER WOODS, AREN'T YOU?!?!"

There are several notable things here. First, you don't scream at a golf course. Particularly if you work there, and particularly if you are near where people are playing. We were right near the first tee and 18th green, and there were groups playing on both. Second, I do not like to have all eyes on me. I am not comfortable being the focus of people's visual attention. I would make a lousy stage actor. Third, and most importantly, I am not Tiger Woods. I don't look like Tiger Woods. I'm not rich like Tiger Woods. I certainly don't golf like Tiger Woods.

After he got close enough and was assured that I am not Tiger Woods (and after my friends stopped rolling in laughter), we went on our way.

Fast forward one year.

My dad and I were in Florida (in the Ocala area, Tiger lives somewhere near Orlando) visiting some relatives. And playing some golf. My dad and I are playing along, and there is an older couple behind us. They were following uncomfortably closely for a golf course, but we didn't say anything. As we were waiting to hit on one tee, the old couple drove right up to us (without finishing the previous hole). The lady got right up in my face, and stared at me for a few seconds.

"Are you Tiger Woods?"

"No, no I'm not."

"Are you sure? You look like him."

"Quite sure, yes."

"...OK then..." And she slowly went back to her cart.

Fast forward to this past weekend. I finally got out to play some golf for the first time since the week of July 4th. I was on the 10th tee about to tee off. I hear a guy on the practice green say to someone else, "Hey, that guy kind of looks like Tiger."

I proceeded to hit a low, screaming 3-wood shot out of bounds left, by at least 60 yards.

"Nope, it's not him," the other guy replied.

Hearing that was strangely refreshing.