We started on the back nine. It is my first round of the season after a four day drive to Florida. Playing with my sister, brother in law and my wife, we step up to the 13th hole. It is blowing dead in our face with the pin at the back. I hit a 6 iron and hit it well, dead at the flag. We could not see it land, so I thought it was over. When we arrived at the green and saw the back of the cup ripped up, I was in a momentary state of shock. Followed it up with a double just to keep the golf gods happy.