It was apparent that more than a few had pushed the boat out at the Dom Dolla DJ set on Friday night. I'm no detective, but the number of rave sunglasses strapped to people's faces while rolling through the gates on an overcast Adelaide morning was a telling sign that most ticket holders had enjoyed the show last night and perhaps beyond in the CBD.

Which is what the pull of LIV is, right? It goes beyond the 18 holes of golf. It is this writer's first trip to LIV Adelaide, and the engagement of the fans is incredible; the fan zones and hospitality go beyond anything I have laid my eyes on before, and everyone you speak to loves it. It is kid-friendly, with adults and youths repping their team's colours and wearing matching outfits. Those over 18 are floating around the fairways, double parked with some of Adelaide's finest lagers.

The holy grail of fanfare is the Watering Hole, situated on the 12th hole of The Grange's composite layout. It went bananas yesterday as Patrick Reed made a hole-in-one before some individuals could enter the gates. We saw the response, chaos, pandemonium. The beauty of live sport in a fantastic atmosphere.

The thrill was something I had to experience, so I pleaded my case to the right people. Before I knew it, I was amongst many like-minded people, immersing myself in the famous Watering Hole. There were five different ticketed hospitality sections and a general admission. There was something for everyone.

The longer I stayed, the louder it seemed to get. It was loose, loud and intense. The players – to their credit – completely buy-in and embrace what the fans are throwing their way, whether it be some sledging, support or boos. For the period this resident scribbler stayed up there, it was all in fantastic spirits.

The DJ was making the place rock, and the bar staff had their work cut out for them, pre-pouring hundreds of beverages and dishing them out like they were coupons.

"I'm definitely going to take my shirt off and wave it around like a rally tower flag." - Moose.

There were beer snakes, dance battles, and grown men belting out the chorus of the timeless classic Fergalicious by Fergie of Black Eyed Peas fame.

I overheard punters talking about golf shots, yardages and how they would combat the 151-yard one-shotter.

In my hour at the Watering Hole, a group of men were enjoying themselves, to say the least. They were all finely dressed in matching Hahn Super Dry party shirts, and we made eye contact.

One of them was kindly offered up for an interview by his two mates. They called him 'Moose', and he was in fine spirits.

Our interview was interrupted, and the Birdie Shack turned into absolute bedlam as Stinger GC's Dean Burmester sprayed one into the hospitality tent. Our guy Moose took it upon himself, accompanied by numerous others, to fire up the crowd surrounding the South African's ball while standing on a bar stool.

Burmester took a drop, much to the crowd's disappointment. He got involved with them, though, buying into Moose's attempts to get the gallery hollering.

"It's been pretty good up here [the atmosphere]. I missed yesterday's hole-in-one, I'm hoping for another one today," Moose told Golf Australia magazine.

Adding in how he'd behave if there was another: "I'm definitely going to take my shirt off and wave it around like a rally tower flag."

I can't publish anything else the moustache-wielding larrikin said to me, but it put a smile on my face. I had overstayed my welcome at the Watering Hole by this point, and I left thinking about coming back in the future, not on the clock.