Picture a rainy day and a new driver in the bag. You've played quite well, bogey on the first hole due to a three put, then all pars until the sixth hole: an eagle! You drive was beyond far and the approach you hit was well within 8 feet. Then you walk up to the seventh to see the greenkeeper working on the wintergreen: you'll have to wait and then play a wintergreen... You decide to skip it. Walk to the eight and another par. Life is treating you very well today!

On the ninth hole, at 265 yards a short par4 you decide to take out the driver. Normally it's a long iron or a hybrid so you'll have a nice approach into the green. Not today, you grab the driver and a ProV1x you've used for a while. It has scuffmarks and looks a bit brownish, you've had it in the bag for a while and it must have seen a bunch of fairways and bunkers by the looks of it. You figure "if I lose it, it was just his time". Tee it up, go and stand behind the ball, envision the flight and think "must really bomb this drive, I want to be on that green".

The time comes, you line up, do your routine and just hammer it. It starts a little left of the flag, but you see it coming back. At some point you start thinking: "will it come back enough? It looks like it will!" and then you think "Oh my, hope it makes the green, that would be so awesome!". You see the ball land just left of the flag, you see it hop and because the hole can't bee seen from the teebox it's out of sight.
Hoping the ball actually made it to the green you put the driver in it's cover, put the club in the bag, grab your bag and fling it on your shoulders. Let's start walking to the green!

Halfway there: nothing to be seen... Heart starts beating a little faster: might be on the green! Then when you're about 50-60 yards out you can see the green, but where's the ball? I can't see it. Your heart sinks to your shoes: no ball, it's not on the green. Must have gotten stuck in the apron, it's wet there, mushy, nasty, could easily be embedded and still out of sight. But nothing to be found in the apron.. Maybe it was further in front of the green, maybe in this bunker.. Not there! Where's my ball? I saw it fly, I saw it hop, where could it be? It's not over the green.. Not next to it, not in front of it, not in the bunker. Maybe, just maybe it's in the hole. Your heart skips a beat: It can't be in there, but well maybe it is. Just maybe you hit the perfect drive!

And it's in the hole! HOLY SMACKERS you shout and do a little stupid dance. People start looking at you. You grab your phone, make a picture and then finally the little ProV1x is released from the hole, resting in your pocket. Almost glowing.

This was an awesome day!