While planning our wedding one weekend in my wife's hometown, I went to play a round of golf with my father, my best man and my future father-in-law. I was already -1 when I stepped to the tee of the par 3 5th hole: a hole that had somehow ruined many rounds in the past for me. Taking dead aim with my 690.cb pitching wedge, I hit it flush right at the flag. However, the 5th hole slopes from front to back, and my shot hit on the downslope with no visible bounce. Knowing full well that there's grouse and trouble behind the green, I immediately assumed I'd airmailed the shot - after all, I'd hit it very solid and I've made plenty of double-bogies behind that green before. A 5 minute search was winding down when my best friend (and best man) decided "Hey, I guess we should check the hole." I saw him walk up to the cup and with wide eyes, exclaim "Wow! I guess we SHOULD have checked the hole!" It was an ace, my first one ever and certainly a signal that everything that weekend would be just right. And for the rest of my life, I'm almost guaranteed to be playing a round with one of those three people - ensuring that whenever I step up to the tee on a par 3 and someone asks, "ever made an ace before?" I'll have a witness to back me up.