There I was. Looking down a 183-yard par 3 lined with trees on my right and left with a bunker left, front of the green. The hole was playing 187 according to my Garman. The pin was back center and wind was at my back. My number was 175, so I pulled a six iron. I wanted to make a smooth swing, and if the wind carried it a little farther, I'd reach the hole. I made a good swing, but caught it just a hair thin, so the trajectory was a little down. Not much though. I watched as the my yellow Titleist Pro V drew ever so slightly, and landed on the front of the green just right of the pin. I turned away, thinking I'm dancing and all was well in the world. My friend later told me he saw the ball disappear, but didn't want to tell me to get my hopes up. He thought maybe I rolled off the back, which would have made sense after catching it a little thin. We walked up to the green and didn't see my ball. I immediately though it rolled off the back, but my buddy walked directly to the hole. He pointed down. It was in!