After seven holes of worm burners, slices, duck hooks, the eight tee produced the swing and contact, that validates why we play this game. It was the purist of contact.
It felt like I hit a plastic practice ball, like nothing. I lost the ball flight staring into the late afternoon sun. Hoping the ball was hitting the green, I focused my sights in the green. I watched the ball land on the green and roll up to the back flag location. . The ball rolled in the cup like a well struck putt. That was the shot heard around the course.