Scully's Catch of the Day

Sometimes when things just look too easy and you take your eye off the ball for just one second, BAM!  Everything goes awry.  Not to indulge in a sports metaphor, but in golf this typically happens when a situation just seems so perfect for a great shot, that the golfer, in his eagerness, picks his head up before striking the ball and totally screws up what should have been a sure thing.  Often times this results in topping the ball instead of getting underneath it.  Golfers refer to this as "sculling the ball."
I performed this hurried shot a while ago while golfing with an old business friend.  He screamed, "Scully's Catch of the Day" as we watched my ball dart across the green and into a sand trap and somehow stopping before it went into the pond beyond.  I do not take golf very seriously, so I laughed outwardly at the result of my mistake (while my Irish temper flared ever so slightly inside) and chalked it off to lack of concentration on my part.  But what stuck with me was not only this new expression, but how quickly a vision of "Scully" formed in my head at that moment.
I remember that suddenly I could picture a weathered Irish fisherman pulling his fishing boat into harbor, let's call it Missed Green Harbor, wearing a tattered white cable knit sweater while jawing on the butt end of an unlit cigar.  His boat is full of fish, and as he pulls up to his dock, seagulls fly overhead hoping for an opportune moment to steal a morsel from the deck.  Deckhands scramble to tie off the boat and begin to unload the cargo, hoping to cash out their load and get to the nearest pub for a couple of pints.  Captain Scully directs things from the bridge, as he shuts down the ship's engine and makes sure that the bilge pump is working.
The local fishmonger approaches the ship, let's call it The Sand Trap, he screams, "What is Scully's Catch of the Day?" to the gruff and gray Captain Scully.  Laughing outwardly, but introspectively agitated, the good Captain tells the fish buyer that he missed a big tuna, which would have been a big pay day, but insists that he will concentrate more the next time and not let that missed opportunity happen again.
This entire vision happened in a flash, and as quickly as it came, it was gone.
I went to the back of the green, and after I had chipped out of the sand trap, I noticed that in the man-made pond behind me was a small toy boat floating near the shore where my ball should have gone in.  Had the good Captain saved a missed opportunity for me? 
I do not remember anything in particular about the rest of that round of golf, other than the fish and chips and the pint of Guinness that I had an overwhelming need for at the end of the round.  I have however never forgotten about my moment with Captain Scully, and try to always keep my eye on the ball.