I've got a true winner here ...
First round at Worlds last year in Charlotte, my pool started at Robert L. Smith. Nerves were fine during warmup, but as stepped onto the tee for my first shot, my heart started racing. Took a double bogey on 1, a bogey on 2, and doinked a birdie putt on 3. Waiting on hole 4's tee in the blazing sun and ridiculous humidity, I finally calmed down. But when I threw my 4-year old Z buzzz (which I released cleanly), it turned slightly and ended up in the creek bed, about six feet down from the fairway edge.
Fortunately it was on the edge, and I was able to shimmy down a log to get it, and hand it up to one of the guys I was playing with.
Unfortunately, I was unable to shimmy back up the log, and nearly flipped over into the creek. I regained my balance, committed to putting my feet down in the mud, and grabbed the hand of the guy I handed the disc to so he could pull me up. When he asked me what the disc was, and I said a 4-year old bar-stamped Z-buzzz that is just "perfect," he said he'd have done the same thing.
At the next tee, I took off my shoes and wrung out my socks. The guys on the card were great, and teased me by saying what else could go wrong. The rest of the round was uneventful, made some bogeys, some good pars, some good birdies.