It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and my group decided to play from the ladies tees as we had 1 woman in our group. At 41, I figured why not enjoy a little extra yardage? We stepped up to the 122-yard 8th hole—a straightforward par 3 from the women’s tees.

I grabbed my 52 degree wedge, took a smooth swing, and felt that rare, perfect contact. The ball soared high, landed 4” from the hole, took one hop, and landed in the cup

Dead silence for a second—then chaos. Fist pumps, yelling, and a few borderline tears.

Yes, it was from the women’s tees. Yes, it absolutely counts.

And yes, I’m telling this story forever.