Even though it happened a few years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday. My dad was really mad at the way we were playing. After the 5th hole, we went to the bathroom in the clubhouse, and my dad wanted to leave. I said," NO. We are going to continue playing no matter what." So I had to deal with him muttering under his breath all the way to hole 6. I jumped out of the cart, and threw a ball down, and whacked it. It landed on the green, 1 hopped, and wheat into the hole. I told my dad," I think it went in." We jumped into the cart and rode up to see if it had. Sure enough it was laying there, in the bottom of the cup. By the time we went into the clubhouse, everyone on the course knew I had done it and they were happy for me. It was a day I will never forget.