My favorite story has to do with competition. Not a funny story but something I look back on very fondly and will never forget.
It's 1990. I'm 17 and I make it to the semifinals of the Club Championship. I am a HUGE underdog to one of the best players at the Club who had won the CC before. Long story short, I play well and I catch him on a bad day. By the time we get to the back nine, word gets back to the clubhouse that I'm winning. When we get to 16 green all of a sudden there's a ring of people around the green watching. I was never so nervous in my life! He wins 17 to go 1 down, but I end up hitting a super-clutch 5-iron into the last green to seal the win. He shakes my hand, gets in his car, and burns rubber out of the parking lot. When I go into the clubhouse everyone pats me on the back and congratulates me. Turns out he was in the bar the night before telling everyone how he was going to kick my ass, so they all loved it that I managed to pull the upset. Of course in the final the next day I was emotionally spent and I laid an egg, but that's ok haha...I'll always remember that day.