It was a typical day on my ladies 18 hole league... we were playing stroke play and I had to take a NINE on the 16th hole because I found myself at the mercy of the long heathered rough. Going to the 17th green, I was feeing deflated even though I played well the rest of the round. I set my ball on the tee, and said "well, you screwed that last hole up, you better fix it on this hole..." Hit my 8 from 120 yards. rolled about 3 yards and disappeared in the hole! I screamed like a 12 year old girl!! Guess I need to "talk" to my ball more often. Drinks on the house!!