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During one tournament the impatient Bolt found himself paired with a caddy who was well

Later in the round, after an errant tee shot, Bolt found his ball lying next to a tree. Bolt soon realized that it would take a remarkable shot to clear him from this danger. Bolt would be required to hit the ball under a branch and over a lake if he wished to reach the green. He got down on his knees and looked through the trees, sizing up the shot. Bolt then tunred to his caddy and asked him:
“What do you think? 5-iron?”
“No, Mr. Bolt,” the caddy replied.
“What do you mean not a 5-iron, watch this shot” Bolt quipped.
The caddy held firm. “No, Mr. Bolt.”
“No, Mr. Bolt,” the caddy replied.
“What do you mean not a 5-iron, watch this shot” Bolt quipped.

Bolt hit the 5-iron anyway, and hit an amazing shot, putting it within a few feet of the pin. He then turned to his caddy, handing him the 5-iron, and said “now what do you think of about that 5-iron?” With Bolt’s permission to speak freely his caddy replied: "Mr. Bolt, that wasn’t your ball.”
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