Let me first explain that this is more of a story of divine intervention than it is a story of skill. My 20 handicap will attest to that. I am a self proclaimed hacker and whacker at heart and enjoy the game very much but a scratch golfer, I am not. While I am not a religious man, there was a series of events leading up to the shot that led to this bizarre scenario. The first was when selecting clubs to warm up with, my father-in-law and playing partner David Jahn plays this course very often and is a member and knowing the course and the hole we were starting on told me to "grab your 180 club because that will be the distance of your first shot. So thinking nothing of it I grab my 5 iron and a few wedges and proceed to duff shot after shot on the range. After my disappointing "pre-work" we head over to hole #3 and low and behold the marker is set at 180 yards just as I was instructed so a club of choice was already predetermined. I head up to the tee box and plant my ball. After a few practice swings I address the ball and just seconds before my backswing we hear in the distance "Hey wait you need to have the boys come to watch." This was coach Henniga (sp?) calling off in the distance because this hole needed a spectator or attester for a valid shot. So I back off my ball and wait the few seconds for the basketball boys to make the trip over to the tee. While we are waiting, my son Oliver said to me "Daddy I forgot to give you a good luck hug". So I got my pre-round good luck hug from my caddie and re-addressed my ball once the basketball players arrived. With no thought or practice swings I just grip-it-and-rip-it. The ball takes a beautiful flight path that ends in two hops onto the green and disappears. Now I have been burned before and came close where the ball was in a valley or over the green so I asked the basketball boys to run up and take a look. Once they got to the green my partner said "if they take more than 5 steps off the cart its in the hole", knowing that if it wasn't in a low spot on the green it was money. The boys get up to the green and hover over the hole and hold up a "goal post signal" which meant I had fulfilled a bucket list item I have wanted for a long time. After we all celebrate and hoot and holler I came to realize that I had also just won a new car. I just couldn't believe it was all happening. So we go about our round, after all that was only the first shot of the whole tournament. We proceeded to play two more holes out and coach Henniga comes around and says "Hey I got good news" and to me I am thinking "how is it possible to get better than this?". He goes on to explain that I had not only won one car, but two because two separate dealerships had insured that hole. I almost passed out at that point and needed a beer as soon as possible. So like I said, divine intervention played a huge roll in this story and I am just glad that Oliver got to be a part of it and that I got that "good luck hug" because without it, I would probably have put it in the pond.