I was playing with my son. Family tradition. He started caddying for me as a little guy. Then he started playing as he got older. Now we have a friendly rivalry... and a little trophy we pass back and forth depending on who won the latest round. Because of health, I haven't played much for the last couple of years but I'm starting play again. So these rounds have become more meaningful. I hit my five on #13. A little long and left of the hole. It hit and spun back. We watched from the tee box as it slowly rolled into the hole. The group on the next tee box went crazy so we knew it went it. And I won the round by one shot.