It was two days after Christmas in Livermore, CA. There was a frost delay at the original course we went to for about 2 hours so we decided to go to another course about 5 miles away that wasn't in a valley to see if we could get on at least the back 9. We had to wait a bit but tee'd off around 9am on hole 10. My first drive was a worm burner about 60-70 yards. I then topped the ball and it went another 30 yards. My 3rd shot barely made it over the ravine in front of the green. I followed that up with a duffed chip shot, and ultimately, a 7 on that hole. I thought it was going to be a long day. The next hole was a Par 3 at 141 yds to the pin with a small stream and sand trap in front. Trying to get my head in place after a disastrous first hole, I concentrated on form in an effort to get my natural draw and just strike the ball well. It was cold so I chose an 8 iron instead of a 9. Now, the sun was thawing out most of the course, but this hole was surrounded by trees and the low sun light could not get through to thaw the green. I had a nice fluid swing, the ball, shaped nicely with a right to left draw, came in high to the right of the pin about 10-15 feet. It rolled right to left until it disappeared behind the knoll at the front of the sand trap. I thought it had squirted way left as we did not hear it hit the pin. My dad was first to the green and he didn't see it so he checked the cup. He looks down, smiles, laughs, and I ask, "Is it in there?" "Yeah!" I started yelling in joy. And then he says, "just kidding." "What? That's messed up." This coming from the guy that has never lied about anything and can't bluff in poker. Defeated, I pulled the cart around to the side of the green that I assumed the ball was on. I didn't see it and thought, did it really squirt out past the fringe and into the rough? As I walked over to the pin just to make sure, I could see both my brother and my dad looking down trying to keep a straight face. I walked up and looked down and there it was, surrounded by a sparklingly frozen green, waiting for a photo op. I jumped up and down, did the "bull dance," and reached for my phone to commemorate the moment. As I took the picture, my phone died even though I had full battery. I wasn't sure if I even got the picture. Turns out, it was so cold, my phone just shut off. Luckily my brother got some stills and video, although a bit blurry. My picture was captured and I was on cloud 9. Even after my triple bogey on 10, I finished +8, which is a bit below my normal +9 or + 10 for 9 holes. What a day I will never forget!