It was a Holiday in Mexico and at first I wanted to play 18 holes in one of my home courses, but I couldnt complete a foursome so later on the day I played with a friend a 9 hole match.
At first I wanted to play the front 9, but the starter told us that there was slow pace of play so that the back 9 was available. In the 12 hole I hit my 5 Iron to the right fringe of the hole and one of the course maintenance guys told us that what a nice bounce. And at first I thought my ball was pin high or past the flatstick and when I didnt saw my ball my hands where shaking and I couldnt get my ball from the hole.
I thought that hitting an ace was one of the last things I would do, when we were at the clubhouse my mom called that my ace was in the same day of my uncles birthday who passed away.