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.
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.