I was in up to my knees, and had splashed water up to my waist in some spots. My club got wet. I didn't cry. I didn't laugh. I was in shock only. I got out and we finished the game. It wasn't particularly hot or cold that night, so it really didn't matter. Clearly, it made an impression on me because I remember it.
We went on about the evening and nothing.
I have another story involving the same Brian Kendall and a famous basketball player, Tree Rollins. I'll tell that one someday.