Craziest anger reaction

Since I don't have a good story about me, I'll tell about my husband's Craziest anger reaction. 

He was in the Red Hawk  tourny's finals, which he had never made before.  He was so excited.  As he came out of the club house, he missed the bottom step, fell and hit his ribs on a 6in concrete drainage curb. He jumped up, embarrassed and mad for  missing the step.  He played 18, in PAIN, placed 4th.  He then went to ER to find out that  he had three broken ribs.  Couldn't play for six weeks, doctors orders.

ILG,

Ouch!!!  I played 18 with bruised ribs one time, and I was miserable for a few days after.  Since then I try to play somewhat healthy.

Krak

I had a friend miss a putt for a win league, pick his clubs up, and start spinning until all the clubs flew out of his bag and he fell on his butt.  Without a word he gathers his clubs, and goes to his car and leaves.  We had a bunch of guys sitting outside at the 19th hole outside tables laughing our butts off.

There have been some good stories, hope they keep coming!

Appropriate to this thread, Craig Stadler was called "The God of Angry Golfers"  by John Hawkins in Golf World.  Here's the thread.

http://www.golfdigest.com/golfworld/special/masters/2008/
20080410angrygolfer

Not an angry reaction but still a funny story, IMO. April 1.. my buddy Ken and I had decided to have an annual April Fool's Day Tournament. Central Illinois weather is quite variable that time of year; in '88 it was cold and drizzling rain with occasional showers. The regular courses were closed so we decided to play at the Par 3 south of town.

I had a rainsuit but it wasn't very effective and my back was pretty soaked by the end of nine. My hands were slick and icy too. I was ready to call it quits but Ken wanted to play 9 more, so I relented.

On the 3d hole, Ken made a truly beautiful shot. He ended up in the classic pose while his ball dropped onto the green, bounced once and died about a foot from the hole. But... in the meantime the club had flown out of his hands and helicoptered off to the left. Ken was so entranced by the shot (combined with cold hands) that he didn't even notice it missing. Finally he stepped down from his pose, realized.. uh, something's missing, and started looking around. I saw the direction the club took off and we found it in a nearby tree, stuck about 15-20 feet up in some branches.

We used a ball grabber but it was a little too short, so Ken started tossing another club up to try and knock the first one down, and sure enough it got stuck. I'm not very tall and weighed maybe 140 back then so he wanted me to climb the tree and get it. Screw you Ken! We were both shivering with cold and soaking wet by then so we decided to give it up. Ken went back the next day and with help retrieved his clubs. That was the end of the Annual April Fool's Day tourney, btw.