I guess mine would've been more embarrassing if it hadn't been a solo round...
I was playing a really decent round and about to putt for my 3rd consecutive deuce on #11. There I was, putter in hand, about 20' away so really focused on nabbing this bird...lined it up, got ready, and...all of a sudden I had to take the biggest s**t in my life! No warning, wasn't holding anything in beforehand until after the round...just BOOM! My body telling me, "You gotta crap NOW, buddy!"
Disheartened, I quickly stuffed my putter in my bag, waddled up a steep hill to the parking lot, and sped home for a different kind of deuce.
I was playing a really decent round and about to putt for my 3rd consecutive deuce on #11. There I was, putter in hand, about 20' away so really focused on nabbing this bird...lined it up, got ready, and...all of a sudden I had to take the biggest s**t in my life! No warning, wasn't holding anything in beforehand until after the round...just BOOM! My body telling me, "You gotta crap NOW, buddy!"
Disheartened, I quickly stuffed my putter in my bag, waddled up a steep hill to the parking lot, and sped home for a different kind of deuce.