On Sunday, July 5th, 2026, I stepped up to hole #3 at Penn Oaks Golf Club in West Chester, PA with my uncle who belongs there and my sister’s boyfriend. I went third and pulled out my 9 iron for a 125 yard shot. The swing and contact could not have felt any better, the ball flight started a little left of the pin before gradually making its way in the air to a foot or two to the right of the pin, then all of a sudden we couldn’t see the ball. We each looked at each other in confusion - “Did that just go in?!?!?”. We raced up to the green, I jumped out of my cart before my sister’s boyfriend could even hit the brakes, and the ball was smiling back at me from inside the hole.