Sitting here thinking about the events that unfolded on October 9th, 2019 I am both happy and disappointed thinking about them. You see, something took place tonight that never happened to me prior although I had my fair share of close calls.
Upon completing a 9.5 hour-long shift in the pro shop at Scenic Woods Golf Club (a GolfNorth Properties facility) I flip-flopped back and forth on whether to go golfing. Against my better judgment, I decided to play golf even though I was tired, not feeling well, and quite frankly I was in a world of pain. So after deliberating I decided to play a few holes.
The other day I wrote a piece titled “Rising in the Fall” where I talked about playing golf this time of the year. It’s my favorite time of the year to play. Less work means that there’s more time to play. Anyways, I made my way to the first tee. After driving my tee shot down the right side of the fairway and hitting a nice second shot I settled for a routine Par on a Par 5. Not a bad way to start. After settling for a Par on the 2nd Hole I would card a birdie on the third hole. Lately, I’ve been striking the ball fairly well and my game has been rounding into form. Having walked away with another birdie on the 4th hole and back to back pars on the 5th and 6th holes respectively, I made my way to the Par 3 7th.
The temperatures have dropped and with a cold, hurting north wind I stood on the tee. Where the tee blocks were set and where the pin was tucked towards the back of the green the hole measured around 130 yards. However, with the cold wind, I figured that the hole was playing 140-145 yards. Having settled on a New Level Golf Equipment 1031 Forged 9-iron I settled into my shot. The strike on the TaylorMade TP5x was pure (look for the recently posted review of those golf balls within these pages). I felt my eyes widen like they have on so many approach shots in the past as the golf ball tracked towards the pin. The flight saw maybe 10 feet of right to left curvature. I watched the golf ball land and one short hop later… the ball disappeared into the cup.
My first Ace! A hole-in-one!!!
I executed a massive fist pump and screamed “Oh my fucking Godddddd!!” (sorry kids). And then as quick as my jubilation happened it disappeared. There was nobody there suddenly giving me the feeling that this Ace was tainted and that it didn’t count. It was without a doubt the “best worst shot” that I’ve hit in my life. There was nobody to celebrate the moment with me. As I walked to the hole to pick up my TP5x it actually began to feel more like a “walk of shame”. I mean I know it happened but nobody else saw it. Does it count???
I would make the long drive to the 8th tee where I would walk away with a routine par. I would finish my evening by carding another birdie as I hit my tee shot to within 10″ to a temp green on the 9th. All in all a great evening and a 9 hole score of -5. So I have a question for everyone.
What’s the “best worst shot” that you’ve hit?
Until The Next Tee!!