Something was strange at the outset. The tee shot was long and straight, normally short and left. A five iron second left the ball 20 feet below the pin, normally a three-wood 40 yards short of the green. The putt fell for birdie, normally double-bogey. That was the first of three birdies to go with three bogeys for even par 36, normally a 43 to 50. He felt absorbed, bemused, lightheaded. At the turn, he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. The returning gaze was foreign, eyes ever so slightly slanted. Strange. Well, the wheels will come off, he thought. His playing partners thought so too. Almost grateful, he went bogey, bogey, bogey, double on the first four holes of the back side. That’s more like it, he reflected, but realized he hit the ball awfully well to have those scores. On the next five holes he recorded five straight pars for a 40 and a 76 total, by far his career round. He was giddy, euphoric, anticipating what this meant. What it meant was the next day he shot 90 and in successive weeks nothing under 87. Then it was clear. The 76 wasn’t his. Never was. It belonged to an intruder who visited for a day and left his host as suddenly as he arrived. Will he return? Doubtful. But now, when extraterrestrial incidents create controversy and disbelief, there will be one less skeptic among us.