Playing a par three course at night in Las Vegas. Wind in my face, small slopping elevated green, I selected a nine iron, aimed slightly right of target and with a held off 3/4 swing made solid contact. Walked on the green with my foursome and there were no balls on the green. I walked over to check the cup and low and behold my ball was in the bottom of the cup. Cheers and a pat on the back was the final piece of celebration.