You know, the one about Sir Bob Charles not making the cut in the New Zealand Open the day before his 73rd birthday.
But I knew there was no way to avoid it, as soon as the sports editor said: "Go take a last walk with the old master".
So, with a slightly heavy heart, I joined about 100 others and strolled the closing six holes at The Hills yesterday with Sir Bob. There had been fairytale performances on these very grounds before, but no-one, especially the man himself, was expecting any miracles.
He had already swung his way well past the cut-off mark with an opening nine of 42 that began with an ominous shot into the pine trees on the first hole for a double-bogey seven, then nailed the coffin lid shut with another double-bogey on the less challenging third.
But, just for old times' sake, we tagged along anyway, in the vain hope that he might show at least some glimpse of the form that made him a great long before his unforgettable New Zealand Open comeback here in 2007, aged 71.
And Sir Bob did not let us down, producing one last magical shot from out of nowhere.
Having sprayed his drive to the deep left rough on the glorious 17th (The Canyons), Sir Bob chunked the ball back on to the fairway then deliberately laid up with a seven-iron to 142 yards out (Sir Bob "doesn't do" metres, OK).
Still using the same club, and into a stiff breeze, he produced his sweetest swing of the day, punching the ball out to the left, then drawing it back towards the hole at the rear of the green.
Then the crowd erupted.
Playing partner Craig Parry, standing a few metres up the fairway, turned and gave him the thumbs up to confirm a most unlikely birdie four.
Sir Bob raised both hands in the air, in disbelief as much as in triumph, then walked up to the green, plucked the ball from the hole without further gesture, and stood quietly to one side.
Behind him (and who knows if he saw it), the two volunteers looking after the scoreboard had placed the letters which spelled "Gidday Bob, we love U" underneath the surnames of those who will be here to contest the last two rounds over the weekend.
Then, as he walked off towards the golf cart which ferries players up the hill to the 18th, someone called out "Three cheers for Sir Bob", and The Canyons reverberated with the response.
The lady who drives the cart motioned Sir Bob towards the front seat.
"I've saved a seat for you because I've got grandchildren and I want to tell them about that shot," she said.
And the old master duly obliged.
Fittingly, given his day of horrors, Sir Bob bogeyed the last hole as well but walked off the 18th green towards the scorer's tent where he soon emerged to be surrounded by autograph seekers and a TV crew.
Asked to describe his round, he got straight to the point.
"Yesterday was good bad and ugly.
"Today it was all ugly."
And the $64 million question; will he come back and play in the New Zealand Open again?"Oh, I don't know, they'd have to pay me a lot of money to do that," he said, jokingly.
"But, I've played in something like 47 New Zealand Opens and I think it's about time to quit.
"Peter Thomson [Australian, nine-times NZ Open winner] told me he didn't come out and play competitively any more for fear of embarrassing himself, and I felt like I embarrassed myself today, so maybe it's time to give it a rest."
But, as he has warned before, never say never.
