This past weekend, I played in the father/son tournament at Pine Valley. We started our round on the 10th hole, a 123-yard par three. In tournaments, I always mark my ball with a green shamrock for luck. The sharpie mark was still fresh on my Titleist when I struck my 9-iron just past the hole. It took one hop, stopped, and rolled back into the hole. The shamrock left a pretty cool impression on my club and was staring up at me when I looked in the hole. A very special day with my son, Drew. And I always play Titleist.