Yesterday, on June 30, 2012, I was using my brand new clubs that I had received for my birthday a week prior for the very first time. It was also just my second time playing this year. I was playing at Briarwood Country Club in Deerfield, IL which I had never played before (my buddy's club). I had been playing decently, but I was still trying to feel out the clubs when the 8th hole came around. It was a par 3, 175 yards into the wind. I was the second of my group of 3 to shoot. I pulled out my 6 iron and took my regular practice swing before I teed off. I knew I hit it right on the sweet spot! The line was perfect, but I have terrible vision so I couldn't see where the ball landed from the tee box. When we got to the green, all I could see was my other buddy's ball sitting about 15 feet from the hole. I was furious. I thought that my ball must have gone off the back of the green. I started walking to try to find my ball and passed the hole on the way. I didn't even think to look there but in my peripheral I saw my ball! My first reaction was I couldn't believe it. There was no way that was possible. I threw my hat off and jumped around and eventually gathered myself. My first reaction was to call my dad and share the news. He was obviously thrilled for me. After my celebration we continued the round, where I could barely even swing my club because my arms just felt like jelly. That night, the drinks were on me!