It was a friday evening when my group tee'd off on #14 par 3 sitting at 154 yards with a oin sitting behind a small slope where the bottom of the hole couldnt be seen. All 3 shots from the group increasingly got better. My buddy Clayton hit the 2nd shot and we all thought his ball went in. I hit the 3rd tee shot and it was pretty good as well. We ride up to the hole with excitement and I convinced Clayton not to bring his putter because we all knew it was in the hole. As we get to the hole, sure enough...there was a ball in the cup. First person to check the ball yells out "oh, no it's Pauly's ball!" I yell in excitement along with a fist pump. Clayton stands in disbelief only to be forced to use my putter because we convinced him that he did not need his. Nothing but laughter and a new moment for the brotherhood. What a moment....