As I was finishing a quick after-work solo nine yesterday, my friend-in-golf David met me green side.
“I’m telling everyone I know,” he said. “I got a hole-in-one on the eleventh.”
A hole-in-one is always cause to celebrate, but this one was extra special.
Just a week earlier I played a round with David and when we got to the eleventh, he said “I’ve got to get a hole-in-one here. My grandfather and dad both have an ace on this hole.”
David joked that he was afraid that it would skip a generation, and one of his kids would get a hole-in-one on the eleventh before he did.
No longer a worry.