Gordy and a friend are playing golf on a Wednesday afternoon. They’re playing behind two other guys who seem to be having a good time — but they’re painfully slow.

Against his better judgment, Gordy hits off the tee only one hole behind the slowpokes. Gordy’s ball rolls up within 20 feet of one of the players who then walks over and hits the ball back towards Gordy.

Gordy later says that when the guy hit his ball back toward him, "that really ticked me off." Gordy leaves the course and goes back to the parking lot, where he gets something out of the trunk of his car. Back on the course, it doesn’t take Gordy and his partner long to catch up to the slowpoke duo.

Finally, Gordy’s patience is exhausted and he walks up to the slowpokes on the putting green. "Sorry for the delay," says one of the guys, "but we’re just having a good time, okay?"

"No, it’s not okay," barks Gordy in a harsh tone of voice. "Either speed it up or let us play through."

The guy laughs at Gordy. "You’re supposed to be having fun. I can tell, you’re not having any fun," says the slowpoke golfer.

Now Gordy is furious. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a leather case containing a silver badge. "You see this?" Gordy says.

"You some kinda cop?" the slowpoke asks.

"I’m a deputy sheriff and I’m telling you to get out of my way."

The slowpoke laughs.

Then Gordy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a snub-nosed .38-caliber revolver — cocks it and points it at the slowpoke’s head.

"Yessir," says the slowpoke as he gathers up his golf clubs and heads back toward the clubhouse.

Before Gordy reaches the 18th hole, the county sheriff arrives on the scene in a golf cart. "You outa your mind?" asks the sheriff.

After a few words, Gordy finds himself disarmed, dis-badged and handcuffed for a ride back to the clubhouse and then to the jailhouse.

The word is: Gordy will answer criminal charges as a civilian — not as a deputy sheriff.