It was a scorching hot June day in Sweden. The humidity was thick, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back as I stepped onto the 10th tee. My my front nine had been an absolute disaster. I was still fuming about it, even with two pars managed…
There was a sand trap, boards surrounding next to green…I went to hit ball, it hit boards, it popped into the air, came down on green….the ball quietly rolled towards hole and went in
What a moment! Hole 7 on Pinehurst no. 1 is a 167 yard downhill par 3 onto a green that slopes away from the front to the back of the green. I hit a high fade 8 iron that landed in the center of the green and started rolling through golden hour shadows…