On the 5th hole at Pasatiempo Golf Club, I nonchalantly took a swing from the back tees as soon as the green was clear.

I hit it flush and knew it was close. But given that the hole plays uphill and the pin was tucked behind the front bunker, I couldn’t see the ball at all. I parked my bag by the path and grabbed my putter, but couldn’t find the ball anywhere on the green…

I checked the fringes and the bunkers to be sure, and checked the hole last. As soon as I saw the Prov1 from the fresh box my brother gave me for my birthday, my heart raised. The group behind me heard me screaming and they went up to take my picture.

I immediately kept the ball, and is now on display at my place. Truly a moment I won’t forget, and lucky to have made my first ace at the legendary Pasatiempo Golf Club of all places.