I play in a friendly men’s league at my local par 3 course. First hole is 204 yds downhill to a relatively small green, guarded by a tree left of center, maybe 130 yds out.

It was the final week of league and we battled shadows and sunset. We could just barely make out the flag, but the glare made it so we couldn’t see our tee shots dropping. I hit a rescue hybrid teed high that felt just wonderful and was on a great line, and the four of us joked that it was “probably in the hole.”

We searched long of the green for a few minutes before I went to check the cup in jest, and found my prov1x #1 looking back at me!