It was a blistery day in Northern California and I had been cooped up in the house for two or three days. I decided to venture out and play a round of golf with my son and his friend. The shot was 210 yards over a pond and the pin was in the front right of the green. The wind was blowing in my face at about 10-15 mph. I selected a 5 iron and hit a low shot in to the wind. I could tell it was going at the pin, but lost it as it landed on to the green. At this time my son's friend (Ryan) says holy crap it's in the hole. I couldn't see my ball on the green and couldn't believe it went in. As I got closer to the green I couldn't see the ball anywhere on the green. So I looked in the cup and there was my ball in the hole. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. Yeaaaaa I finally made a hole in one.