My cart mate stepped out of the cart into a sprinkler hole and went down with a very badly sprained (ended up being a fracture) ankle. I took her back to the clubhouse to get her ankle up and iced. Headed back to the course, caught up with the 3rd person in our group and had missed 3 holes.

She and I got to the 17th hole, a par 3 over the water into the wind, measuring 134 yards. Took out my 5 wood and just flushed it perfectly! It flew and landed on the green and was rolling up to the back tier. I'm thinking that this is great because maybe I have a shot at an easy birdie! Then I couldn't see it anymore. I asked Paula where it went. I was worried it had gone off the back! She said I think it went in! I got chills. Sure enough it had. Thank God she had the presence of mind to get a pic.