I fell down a really steep fucking sandtrap bank trying to hit a somewhat buried ball in a fairway bunker lip the other day. I rolled onto my feet, dusted myself off, gathered whatever dignity I had left, picked up my 7 iron and the game continued. No one laid down next to me, or did anything except take light jabs, "You ok there, boss?" ... because I'm a young person who doesn't need one of those senior citizen bat-signal necklaces or lift-assists from the local fire department and obviously I was fine.