We're near the 12th tee, and this thing is five feet long. Phil walks right toward the gator and dives on it. I'm screaming, 'Phil, you're crazy!' I'm trembling. I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. He puts a chokehold on the thing and starts shaking it. I run toward him, out of my mind. Phil's about to be eaten alive! I have to save him! Then when I get near him, I realize I've been had. Unbeknownst to me, the day before during a practice round, he'd seen this gator in somebody's backyard. It was rubber, a fake, but very authentic. We still laugh about that.
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