True story.

A big-shot Irish businessman was over in the United States doing some deals and playing some golf. He ended up on a near-sacred golf course below the Mason-Dixon line. Now, back home, this gentleman is a b-i-g deal. He owns his own golf course and has a reputation for being a strong player with the confidence to bet significant sums on a single shot.

Imagine his frustration when he set out on a four-ball with his local host and two other southern gentlemen and they agreed to play the course stakes – a dollar for the front nine, a dollar for the back nine and a dollar for the match overall. Mr Irish Big-Shot huffed and puffed quite a bit over this, suggesting large 5-figure sums to, “make it interesting,” but he found no takers.

At dinner that evening, and having had perhaps one glass too many, he continued to grouse about this lack of sport. Later, he met one of his four-ball companions while enjoying a cigar in the warm evening air.

“I hear you’re none too happy with our course stakes here,” said the American gentleman.
“No, I’d have to say I’m not,” said Mr Irish Big-Shot. “I’m used to having a lot at stake. I find it adds spice to my game.”
“Well, in the same way as certain gentlemen’s clubs don’t allow members to talk business in the dining room, we have decided to keep money off the putting greens here. I’ll tell you what; I hear you’re a man who likes a little action and we’re not on the course now. If it’s not too rude of me to ask, what’s your personal net worth? Half a billion? A billion?”
Somewhat nonplussed, Mr Irish Big-Shot said, “Something in that order.”
The American gentleman reached into his pocket, pulled out a coin and said, “Here you go – I’ll toss you for it.”