It was a beautiful California day between winter rains and the sun was shining. I was playing with a good friend Ed and his Father Ken whom I had just met that day. I was a bit put out on hole 15 as I could not find my ball anywhere. Not in the sand traps nor the rough beyond the hole. Ken told me, "well just hold on a second and let me check the hole". I knew the shot was going straight at the pin but never even considered that it could have gone in the hole... Ken looked down in the hole and looked over at me with the strangest look on his face and I got goose bumps down my arms and a look of disbelief on my face. I walked over to the hole expecting to see an empty cup anyway, but sure enough my ball was sitting in the bottom of the cup of the cup!