By no means am I a talented golfer. I'm a former baseball player who just graduated college and was looking for something to fill my time after work. I had a few buddies who handicap in the 3-7 range and told me to become a member at Hopedale Country Club in Hopedale, MA. I had been playing consistently for about 2 months without showing any signs of improvement. I met up with a few buddies on a Friday after work to go play as usual. It was July 14th and boy was I having a tough day at the course. Bogey, double bogey, triple bogey, my score card was littered with mediocrity. I walk up to the par 3 216 yard ninth hole, which is the last at Hopedale, just wanting to finish up and go get some food. A few of my buddies were just finishing up and a few members were on the clubhouse deck, which overlooks the 9th green. I take a few practice swings with my 3 wood as usual, approach my ball and take my shot. I normally have an ugly slice but this ball started left and began to fade nicely. My buddy Joe says "Well, that's going in" but I shook it off because I know the odds were ridiculously slim. The ball lands on an upward slope and my buddies that just finished start getting excited, meanwhile I can't see the ball or the hole from my vantage point. All of a sudden they start jumping up and down and it takes me a moment to process what just happened. Everyone starts yelling, for some reason my instinct tells me to just run in circles in excitement. The moral of my hole in one is that sometimes it's better to be lucky than good!