I used to play in a big money group and one guy that played got better the more he drank. I would pull up to the course at 7:30 on Saturday morning with 2 12 packs of Natural Light. Step out of the truck with one opened and another one waiting in the other hand. One beer and he could hardly talk. He would put down both 12's every Saturday. And what sucked was you could bet him on the 1st 18, but you better not on the second. If the ball was on the green, he made it. Couldn't walk straight, but could roll in anything. Craziest thing I have ever seen!