Not really embarrassing for me, I can give as good as I get, now some viewing pretended they did not know me...
Remember the 4 ladies that were Surgical Nurses that traveled, I assited in instructing and coaching? I mean Drop Dead Gorgeous! Not interested in guys, 2 couples. Makes no difference to me...
Time to shoot the first small club tourney away from home. I have a "tendency" to promote the Mental Game [90%] over the Physical Game [10%] - the fact "somehow" "something" might mess with opponents Mental game ...well, stuff happens.
Uh uh, oh yeah. Them itty bitty teenie weenie Yellow Polka Dotted Bikinis were worn the day before the shoot. We went to see the field, get used to targets, scenery...just when they took off T shirts, and later cut off jeans, them matching bikinis underneath.
Made sure noticed we did. Folks tripping and falling and all sorts of distracted behaviors.
Next day...T shirts that had that Bikini Top - front and back...
"Where is that coach of yours" [me].
I stepped out of the high house and just stood there, and modeled MY shirt, turned around and everything.
I was wearing a long sleeve, white oxford shirt , button down collar, oversize for a over shirt with Four of them bikini's on back and one on shirt pocket like a logo.
Person that made the T shirts, did Me a shirt and we did not tell the ladies.
It was a riot!
Focus? Oh the ladies did great! Everyone else had flubs and flitters. I mean just being seen while others shot, or them shooting and folks watching [ guys getting elbowed by wives and GFs]
One little lady really wanted My shirt for her Mom. Mom- as were the other ladies, were great sports, thought it was great messing with the guy's psych. Her husband turned beet red.
Little girl got the shirt - she was cute as button - Mom wore it and dad just had a dumb grin on his face.
We then started putting coins and dollars in a hat to get the dad to wear the shirt.., enter the "slow strip music being hummed> .money went for the kids range supply fund.
Embarassed? Nope, not me. I am centered enough....But some other folks sure were beet red, flubbing shots, and "I do not know that boy [me] - boy about half crazy ya know?
I told "my girls" to go out like they owned that field...they did, and sure enough shot great!