A Hole-in-One . . . .almost. . . .

Have you ever had a hole-in-one?  No – neither have I.  But I’ve come close.  On Sunday, August 7th, I came the closest ever – about 12 inches from the pin.  The site – Evanston Golf Club.  17th hole.  Playing about 215 yards.  A little wind against (I wanted to say “against gale force winds“).  I pulled out my 3 wood and spanked my Pro V-1 just like Tiger W. . . ahm . . . . I mean Phil Mickelsen.  The ball took off high and perfectly straight.  I knew I had exceeded even my own grandiose expectations.  “Wow!  Great shot” said the caddie.  “That could be in the hole,” said my friend Norm.  Unfortunately, part of the green is obscured by a fairway bunker so no one could see the result.   So we walked.  As the pin came into view, I saw that the ball was resting a matter of inches from the hole.  An angry-looking ball mark splayed grass and turf where the ball had slammed into the green. 

I marked and cleaned my ball and thought briefly “gee what if I 3 putt?”    But I knocked down the putt for a 2.  Birdie. 

A hole-in-one is rare and I had one.  Almost.  But “almost” doesn’t count.  It either is or isn’t.  My birdie could have been a chip in from the fairway or a 12 foot putt.  Suffice to say, I’m still looking for that “ace.”  One day . . . .