I was playing with my son at St. James Golf Cluc in Port St. Lucie, Florida. It was very windy on the links style course and I was not playing well. In fact, I was expressing my displeasure with everything about my round in some very "colorful" language. By the time we reached the 143 yard 9th hole, I had resigned myself to the fact that it just wasn't my day. I aimed left to allow for the aforementioned wind and took what was probably my most relaxed swing of the day. The ball curved toward the green, landed and, seemongly in slow motion, rolled and rolled and finally disappeared. I stood there in stunned silence while my son exploded with excitement.