It was a beautiful, sunny day in Michigan, and my second career ace was one of those purely struck shots that never left the flag. Because of the bunker guarding the front of the green, we couldn't see the ball go in, but we could see enough to know it wasn't long or right of the hole. We couldn't see the area around the hole until we drove up to the green, and when we got there, there was nothing near the hole. None of the other members of my group hit close to the hole so after walking to the hole we found my Titleist Velocity 33 sitting in the bottom of the cup. My first hole in one was 23 years ago, and to have another one is beyond my wildest dreams!