I was having a bad day until we reached the 8th hole, Par 3, 165 yards in Village Links in Glen Ellyn, Illinois. I launched a high trajectory ball with a choked up 5 Wood. I had no idea where the ball landed. My team mates all knew some thing special happened and would not let me in it. They all pretended to search for my ball outside the green. Then It was my moment of triumph when I discovered it in the hole.

I had no idea I was supposed to buy every one a drink. Here i thought it was the other way. Turned out, my friend Tom bought me lunch and a drink of my choice.