For those who don't know, I have a reputation around here for causing disasters. I won't debate the validity of the reputation. But here's a new one:
At golf last week, I hit a hard worm-burner drive which struck the left women's tee marker, knocking it over. The ball ricocheted backwards, striking the hood of the cart our opponents were riding in, then popped up into the air. On its way down, it gently struck my partner in the abdomen while he was putting his score from the prior hole into his phone.
No harm no foul, but I'm pretty sure nobody has ever hit the trifecta like that in the history of golf.