All Those Years of Practice...

Me: It was a pretty good day.

Interested Party (IP): Did you play ok?

M: Not too bad.  Started to get it up and down a lot on the back nine.  Hit a couple of drives, it was nice weather, so yea, it was ok.

IP: So why a pretty good day?  Did you make a lot of birdies?

M: Nah, missed a coupe of short ones.

IP: Break 80?

M: Maybe, didn't really keep track.  Want me to add up the score?

IP: Nah, scores don't matter.  Hit the irons well?

M: Pretty well.

IP:  So what was the big deal?

M: Second eagle of the year.

IP: OK, but you have had them before.

M: Yes, but this was the first time on a par three.

IP: Oooh, so hole in one?

M: Yep, first one.  Holed out on the 8th, 160 yards over the water and traps.

IP: Exciting?

M: Sadly, no, as the green is elevated and behind the reeds.  We just got up to the green and it was "Where's my ball?"  I wandered over to the cup and looked in.  Initially I could only see about 1/2 the cup and it was empty, but there, peeking out, was the guy.

IP:  Did you save the ball?

M:  Well, it was a water ball as I've been known to hit one in the water on the 8th.  It was a Hyper Ti ball, might be 10 years old.  But it still flew ok.  It's still in my bag.  I may pull it out, but it's just a ball.

IP:  Did you buy drinks?

M: Nah, no one wanted one.  I offered a frozen yogurt at lunch, but my golf buddy didn't feel the need to be treated to one.

IP:  Is that it?

M: Probably.  It was fun, how often do you get to write a "1" on the score card?  But since I don't keep score...