Picture this: perfect Saturday weather, paired up with a great new playing partner, and stepping up to Hole 4 (157-yard par 3 from the Blues).

I stood there waffling: 8 iron? 9 iron? I went with the 9, put a smooth swing on it, and watched it launch. Lost sight of it near the green, but the guys ahead of us had front-row seats. Next thing I know, they’re going wild and screaming, “It’s in the hole!”

Absolutely mind-blowing. Still floating on cloud nine—here’s hoping lightning strikes twice! ️