In a truly otherwise forgettable round, struggling and frustrated with my play, I approached the 13th tee box and did some self talk. "Just move forward, get a birdie here and get on a roll." 188 yd par 3, felt like I caught my 4iron pretty good compared to how I'd been hitting it that day. 3 yard cut, it landed exactly where I had hoped. Then it bounced, again, and then it appeared to disappear. I had never had a hole in one, so I turned to my friends and asked, "Did that really go in?" Next thing I knew, 3 guys were jumping on me and shouting. Sure enough, we got up there and my ProV1x was sitting in the hole. (I went on to shoot 91 with an ace and 39 putts.) What a great memory.