I will explain the “ball” as being unique, new, and from a sleeve, I had purchased in March of 2017. You might wonder how I know this date and why? On an early March day in 2017, I talked with my mother, 93 years old and nearing her 94th birthday with a mind functioning less than 100%. She began a conversation with Bill I want to ask you why? I said, why what Mom? Well, you know when you played basketball (high school), your jersey number at home was 11 and on the road 22, why? Why didn’t you always wear 22? A question I didn’t have an answer for some fifty years later. The next day I ordered my golf balls for the upcoming season and wondered if I could change the number to 22; no problem, my friend replied. Thus every year since the spring of ’17, I have been playing my mother’s favorite number. My mother passed on the ‘31st of March, and in her casket went my first #22 ball. Today at the bottom of my bag was an old sleeve of balls, yes, that first edition of my #22. Just maybe I had an angel on the green guiding my ball toward the cup; I will always wonder. Thanks, Mom! Also, thank you to my golfing partner and loving wife of nearly 52 years.