My first hole in one was sixteen years ago playing with my son on Father's Day. We both high-fived and danced around the green to the pleasure of the guys on the next tee. Three weeks ago I did it again, hitting a six iron thin and running the ball on to the green where it went in. My usual playing group said they aggreed that it went in but there were no high-fives. It was as though it happens evry time we play. It was my reaction as well, but it would have been a bit more special had they shook my hand or slapped me on the back or even let me buy them a beer. I guess it is true about most things - the first time is always the best.