Champions Tour event a long time ago. I decided to go to a long par 3, and when I approached the stands a marshal there ushered a bunch of us to sit on the ground, up against the grandstand. We were probably 15 yards off the green. Bob Eastwood hits his tee shot way long, hits the back of the green, bounces hard, and ends up striking me in the left knee. It didn’t hurt, but did take a nasty bounce left about three yards into some rough.
The caddy starts basically sprinting towards the green (which seemed like a classic mis-club situation) to come find the ball. At this point, the marshal has not asked any of us to move, so we are still sitting there, with me the closest, just a few yards from the ball. So, Eastwood gets to the ball, and he’s clearly pissed, grumbling under his breath. After a few moments he comes over and stands right in front of me and starts telling me I’ll have to move. Then he looks right at me at says, “What in the hell are you even doing here in this spot anyway?” Without hesitation I just replied, “Me?, What are you doing in this spot?” Needless to say I got ushered off the hole. I didn’t get kicked out, but the marshal did tell me I would be wise not to follow Mr. Eastwood’s group.