On the first hole, he hit an eagle and for every hole after that, he got it at first go.
The unfortunate Devil took five strokes to get to the first hole. The rest of the game was repetition of the first hole.
On the eighteenth hole, the golfer decided to call over the other guys who had stopped playing and were watching them. He was sure it would be a hole-in-one again and the Devil would be no match. What was better than defeating the Devil in his own backyard.
As he drew up his Big Bertha driver, he took careful aim and let out a rip-roaring ball towards the flag. The ball sailed nicely and started to descend right on course for the hole. As he watched, the ball touched down three meters (ten feet) from the hole and rolled to the very lip of the cup and was on the verge of either stopping, or dropping in.
Suddenly everything vanished and there he was, roasting in the eternal fire. He cried out in astonishment and then the Devil came and said "Welcome to Hell." And part of being in Hell is not seeing whether the ball goes in the hole."