Funny story. I'm the giant on the right. On the left is a former NFL safety for the Skins and Raiders. The guys in the middle are lawyers (and good golfers).
I took the shuttle from my hotel to the clubhouse and got out with the NFL player, the lawyer and former Dallas Mav Michael Finley.
It got closer to tee off so I went to find my cart and bag and partner. I noticed that they clearly didn't have my name on the cart and since I was alone they paired me up with the lawyer, which was fine. Apparently I took "Nick Van Excel"'s spot (it's Van Exel for those who watched NBA).
The guy came up to me again asking if I would golf with him and then called me Nick repeatedly. So of course, I told the guys I was golfing with who doubled over laughing.
I set my bag down and looked for registration inside the clubhouse. Before I could head upstairs to the table, a man stopped me with his wife. They had a Canon digital camera. I thought they wanted me to take their picture.
As it turns out, he thought I was a professional athlete and before I knew it he was hugging me and his wife snapped a photo.
I'm not a professional athlete.