If any guest gives you a hard time for your blatant alcoholism, kick his puckered butt right out the door. Needless to say, he missed the putt. He claimed that the noise I made was a distraction and was entitled to try again. I said no way. My opinion is that your friend has his head up his ass.
Golfers step back and regroup when a robin twitters up in a tree.
Tell your crybaby buddy he would have missed the putt, anyway. Unless you're not betting. Then who cares.