"I played golf professionally in South Africa and Europe a few years ago, and I stopped in Portugal for a pro-am tournament at a fancy club. My partner was a steel executive from England with three first initials like they have over there. The tournament was sponsored by a port manufacturer, so every few holes you'd stop and have a sip. After a few sips, he said to me, "I understand you played rounders back in the States." I said yes. He said, "I've seen only one game of rounders in my life. I was in Pittsburgh in 1960 and my hosts with U.S. Steel played 18 holes at Oakmont in the morning and then said we had to make haste because they had tickets for the final game of the World Series." Right then, I could see what was coming. He told me, "In the final chukker, this bloke from Pittsburgh hit the ball clear over a wall, and sheer pandemonium broke loose. We were lucky to escape with our lives." I looked at him and said, "You know, it's a funny thing, but I'm the bloke who served it up." He said, "What a coincidence. Let's have some more port.""