It was a sunny but cool Sunday afternoon. Went to church that morning and joined my friends for golf that afternoon. I have found that playing with accomplished golfers is much better for my golf game than just banging the ball around the golf course. Each of my playing companions are skilled at playing golf and mind games. On the outside we joke around but on the inside the competitive fires are always a blazin. On the 17th hole, a par 3, 181 yards, down wind to an elevated green. We could not see the base of the flag. I had just bogied an easy par 5 and the wry smiles were evident on my competitors faces. I stated I need two birdies going in to salvage a 77 (and win the match).

Last to tee off, my buddy saw the club I had chosen (6 iron) and said I had too much club, I agreed. Taking a 7 iron, I made my best swing of the day. The ball was tracking right to the pin. Because of the elevated green we could not see the ball land. Someone asked, "How was the shot, your are posing so it must be good." I stated," It is going right at the pin." Before I could get to my cart, I heard a "Clank". What I did not know was that was the sound of the ball striking the pin and going into the cup.

We approached the green and could not find my ball. Someone looked in the cup and started yelling hole in one. After the high fives and hand shakes, we finished the round and proceeded to the bar. Yes, I bought the drinks.

Great day on the course.