My dad and I have played in many member guest tournaments in our golf careers. My dad had retired and moved to Florida from New York. It was the first member guest he had played at his new club. I was living in Houston, Texas and was excited to compete in the event. We were playing a practice round and we came to the 4th hole a 615 yard par 5 from the back tees. My dad told me that only one local pro had reached the green in two so I thought I would give it a shot. I took out a new titleist pro v 1 and hit it about 295 yards but hooked it a little into the rough. There were some sparse trees in front of me but I thought what the heck it was only a practice round. I hit my 3 wood and proceeded to make good contact with the ball but I came off it a little bit. 60 yards directly in front of me was the master control box for the sprinkler system for the whole golf system. Needless to say the ball stuck into the plywood door covering the control panel. Immediately every sprinkler on the golf course turned on and quite a few people got soaked. My dad was so embarrassed he told me to get in the cart and we would go to the next hole. I said " but Pop it's a brand new Titleist". He said to forget about it. What he didn't know was that before I came from Houston I had gotten a dozen Titleist embossed with our names and since our names are the same, you didn't have to be a detective to figure out who did it. I did't have the guts to tell him. He has passed away now and I told the story at his eulogy so now he knows. It is one of my greatest memories playing golf with my dad.

Bert Strandberg