So...had a thing happen today. My dad put a golf club in my hand at the tender age of 8 yrs old. I’ve missed a hole in one every way imaginable, but that all changed today. Playing with some of my favorite peeps, I teed the ball up on #11 at Mules National. My guy H2O lazered the pin a 174. I grab an 8 iron, make a great pass at the ball, and hit a baby draw right at the pin. The ball takes one hop, spun a tad left and disappeared. I never knew how important that shot would be to me until it happened, and the emotions and adrenaline ran through me. I was even more happy about the company in which I got to share that moment! 34 years is a long time to wait...