So I wasn't playing the best game of my life at all, as a matter of fact the front 9 was the worst I've played all year. By number 7 is was already looking forward to just play the back nine and forget about it front nine all together. I decided to change balls and I'm glad I did :). I stepped up to number 12, a short par 3 at 124 yards, and hit a pure pw. I knew it was going to be close. My dad and cousin were behind me and as the ball started drawing towards the hole, my dad yelled "get in the hole! ". And for once the ball listened. It bounced twice and rolled into the cup. It was a very surreal feeling watching the ball tumble into the cup, for a second I thought I was dreaming. It was the best feeling ever. Thank you Titleist!