Warming up for a pro-am a couple of weeks ago, I made three 20-footers in a row on the practice green, which clearly impressed an amateur putting nearby. "Good putts!" he said. I thanked the man and inquired, "Which pro are you playing with today?"
" Steve Jones," the amateur said before asking, "Who's your pro?"
Later, on the 1st tee, the guy announcing the pros to the crowd said, "From Irving, Texas, he plays this course very well, he's always a favorite here, an All-America and winner of two Tour events—Brandel Chamblee!" The thing is, I've won only once, so as we walked down the fairway I told my caddie, Jim Freedman, "Thirty minutes ago I was an amateur. Now I get another win on the tee." I never stop a starter when he mispronounces my name, which happens a lot, so I wasn't about to correct someone who credits me with an extra victory.
The next day I was back on the practice green chipping and had hit a bunch of good ones when a lady yelled, "That's the way, Rocco!" On occasion I've been mistaken for Brad Pitt and David Toms (O.K., not Brad Pitt), but I look nothing like Rocco Mediate, who has dark hair (and a lot of it). I was annoyed for a second, but then smiled and waved. At least she knew I was a pro.