Ahhh, the ol’ 4 putt from 7 ft out. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt, TJ. Usually happens to me around the 14th or 15th hole and at that point I quit and become the designated cart driver and just drink for the rest of the day.
PS – How about the caddie laughing right in his face? That’s how you end up with a putter stuck in your brain dude.