I went to the club house and got a hot dog and then went out to the 9th hole. I checked the distance and pulled my trusty 7 iron out. I took a bite of my hot dog and set it down next to the tee box. I teed the ball up, took some grass, threw it up in the air, and let her rip. I looked down and grabbed my hot dog, and then saw the ball go into the hole. I threw the hot dog into the woods so that I could run to the green to make sure that I actually saw what I thought I saw. When I walked up, there was another ball on the green and I was disappointed for a second, I looked down the hole, and sure enough MY Titlest Tour S Optic Yellow was sitting in the hole. A sight of beauty!
The End.
Wyatt Wilson