Standing at the top of the hill looking down on Oneonta Country Club's number 10 green 130 yards away with a pitching wedge in hand. Waiting for my buddy to come from the club house with more beers, I decide to hold off from hitting until he gets back on the tee. He walks up finally with beers in hand and I let it fly. Tracking a little right off the tee, it draws back to the left and lands about 8 feet past the hole. The ball spins back and to the left and drains into the heart of the cup. The club goes flying, the beers and ice bag drop to the floor and we run to each other like the scene from Dirty Dancing screaming in excitement! Bar bill was $250.