My old man played at a muni in Ohio where the greenskeeper would stick a flag in a flowerbed next to the 9th green, and the running joke was that the pot was always a roll of quarters and a lottery ticket. My dad played there 30 years and never once saw anybody actually make a run at it, but he says the second he saw that extra pin his whole brain would switch into attack mode, line off the tee, club choice, everything. He'd come home talking about that dumb flowerbed flag more than any birdie he ever made. That was the hook, not the money. It just gave him something to aim at. So I get the 6 foot chip thing, but I bet the beer was really about the old guys seeing you buy into their weird little tradition.

Heard a guy on a podcast say tape melts hotter than dials show.