Forward a decade or so at the Buick Open in Grand Blanc, Michigan and Cook is in 2nd or 3rd place in the tourney and playing I believe hole number 16. He pushes his tee shot in the right rough next to where my Dad and I are standing. John comes up and must had either remembered me or saw my OSU gear and asked me "What do you think I should hit here?". I say 6 iron, and his caddie is shaking his head "no". John looks at the caddie and the caddie says "7". He looks at me and says "6, huh?" Yes, I say.
"Well, I pay him so give me the 7." He hits the shot and comes up 35 feet short. As he leaves to go down the fairway he turns to me and says "should have hit the 6."