Taking my wife, Kris, out to Birnamwood, the local par 3, for her 3rd round of golf ever played. I'm having a very nondescript round, pars, bogies, and a double on the 6th thrown in for good measure. As we walk onto the 7th tee, I am looking for the pin, 165 yards away, a little uphill, trees on the left and a bit of a headwind, the green is shrouded in shadow, I can't see the flag, and assume that it is on the left side, over the hill, behind the trees. I pull a 5 iron, hoping to hit the ever elusive knockdown draw, to what I think is a tucked pin. I take my grip, a practice swipe, close the clubface just a touch, step up to the ball, no swing thoughts, just GO! And there it is, the infamous fade! We head up the fairway, Kris takes a 2nd swing, and a 3rd, which I need to dodge, as it rockets over the green. I see that the pin is actually on the right side, no big deal, I stop to fix my ball mark, which is about 15 feet short of the cup, start scanning the backside of the green for my Titleist, and thinking to myself that "I went deep". As Kris and I walk towards her ball, I glance in the cup, hoping, and there, pretty as a picture, sits my Titleist ProVIx #7. I look at Kris and exclaim, "that's my ball, I just got a hole in one", she responds, "oh, that's your ball?", no shouts of triumph, no high fives, just "oh", as she walks to the back of the green to eyeball her 4th. We walk off the green, and she records her 7, and my 1, I give an inward shout of triumph, and an imaginary high five and I am thinking to myself, "the wait is finally over" and "oh", about time!