"One last wager and then we'll stop. One hundred thousand dollars says you'll miss the next putt," said the millionaire. The golfer was about to swing the putter head back when he lost control, his nerve crumbled. Three feet. A simple little three-foot putt and he'd be a hundred thousand dollars richer. His hands trembled and his palms were moist; he felt paralyzed with fear as he remembered other putts like this one that he'd missed. He gazed at...