It was a warm winter day today. It's March 16th. A month before men's league will open. Our usual men's league foursome decided to play our first round of the season at a city course as our regular men's league course still had snow on it. It was a typical first day after taking off the past four and a half months from golf due to snow and cold weather. It's the same every year. Try and remember my swing from last fall when things were finally starting to come together. Today it was all about trying to remember everything: Tempo, timing, smooth swing, follow through, grip, head down, don't think about the swing while swinging, get in the flow, find your rhythm ... if you golf you know what I'm talking about. First hole today; double bogey. Second hole the same. And the round went on with much of the same. Grinding out after many missed shots, flubbed shots, skulled shots, still in the sand shots, I think you get the picture. Then after a horrendous ball in the water, snowman par 5 it was time to go to the shortest hole on the course. A par three surrounded in a large U of water. The easiest hole on the course but always an in between clubs hole. At only 115 yards it's crazy making. Gap wedge that goes 102 or pitching wedge that goes 122 yards? Today I chose my pitching wedge and thought if it goes in the water so be it. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a tee and a Titleist 3 fresh out of the box the hole before as it's predecessor went on a diving expedition on that hole. I put the tee in the ground and placed my Titleist number 3 on it, took a nice smooth practice swing and then just let it fly. I wasn't thinking much about the shot as it elevated high into the sky with a left to right movement. What I call a fade but my irons almost always fade. Others may call it a slice but I don't. As it gently came floating back to earth it landed about 5 feet away from the hole and bounced back into the air only to disappear on its return. No rolling toward the cup to get excited about, no everybody screaming for it to go in. It was just gone! Pow!!! Zapp!!! Kabam! Poof! I screamed "It went in!!!" I looked at my friend Wally for confirmation and he said "It did!!!" The rest of the next 60 seconds is still a bit of a blur. There was screaming, high fiving, dancing and lord knows what else. Then I thought what if it didn't go in, what if it looked like it did but went into the water? A moment of "oh no". No it had to have gone in; it disappeared. With my eyes glued to the pin I walked rather quickly towards the green. There wasn't a force in the world that was going to stop be from confirming that that little white ball that I had been smacking around for years trying to get it in the cup in one shot, was going to be there in that little white four and a quarter inch cup. As I approached the pin with iPhone in hand, I leaned forward hoping, praying, confirming that it was at the bottom of that cup. The world froze for a split second as if I was lost in time. Staring at me as if placed for a tv commercial was the word "Titleist" and the number "3" facing me! Confirmed. I stepped back and told my friend Mike I needed him to take a few pics of me as I retrieved my (soon to be mounted on my wall) golf ball out of the hole. It was official after playing golf for 51 years since the age of three I finally had the all elusive hole in one! Thanks to the Golf Gods that looked down on me today and said "OK it's your turn". Thanks to my father (RIP) who cut that putter in half when I was three. Thanks to my mom (RIP) who always told me to never give up. Thanks to my friends who witnessed it. And thanks to my brother who was just as excited as I was when I talked to him on the ninth hole over the phone. And thank you Titleist for making the best ball in the world!!!!!!!! Ron Green