My friend Gabe stepped up to the first par 3 of the day and said, “I have a weird feeling about today. If you got a hole-in-one today, I wouldn’t even be mad if I never got one for the rest of my life.”
Then I stepped up and hit my shot. The ball landed just short of the green, and Gabe said, “Hmm… that could be good.” It kept tracking toward the hole, and suddenly he yelled, “Holy ***!”
The ball hit the flagstick and disappeared. We took off running toward the pin, full of excitement, and there it was—sitting in the bottom of the cup from 144 yards away.