We had played five holes and talking trash all the way. So on the 6th Tee Block I hit a very good five-iron straight toward the FLAG. At that point I did not know it was in the Hole but in the sprit of talking trash I told the fellows I was looking on the balcony of the adjacent housing development to see if anyone was filming my Hole-in-One. When we approached the green there was no golf ball on the green in site. I walked straight to the flag and low and behold, there was my titleist ball in the cup and I proceeded to talk even more trash. I was elated to say the least.