Its Thursday night golf league at my local course, scramble style. My team was the last to go off because of traffic I hit on the way to the course. We start off the round par, birdie, par, par and are not feeling great about our chances. We knew we needed to birdie out to have a shot at forcing a playoff. We bounce back with birdies on 5, 6, 7, and 8, putting us at 5-under going into the last hole. We pull up to the tee box knowing we needed a birdie to have a chance. All of the other groups from the league (about 20 guys) are in their carts behind the 9th green to watch the teams come in, as is tradition in our league. It's a downhill par 3 over water, playing 155 yards to a fairly-tucked back right pin. I'm the first to tee off for our team, 8 iron in hand (png G400; yes, I know, sorry everyone). I hit an absolute seed with my Pro V1-x, dead straight, going right at the pin. At the time, its dusk, so I lose track of the ball as it descends toward the green. All of a sudden, all 20 guys from behind the green jump out of their carts screaming and run towards the green. I never saw it go in, so it takes me a moment to calculate what happened. Before I can even comprehend what I did my teammates jump on me celebrating. It finally clicks and I take off on a dead sprint from the tee box to the green, leaving my 8-iron on the tee box behind me. I get to the green and see a divot about 4 feet past the pin. The guys tell me that my ball landed there and immediately zipped straight back into the hole. The "commissioner" of our league then asks, "So what did you guys finish?" I take a moment and calculate it in my head and say "Well 7-under now." He turns to the other teams and goes, "They just won on that!" Turns out, we were right that a birdie would have forced a playoff, as the leader to that point finished 6-under. But with my ace, we jumped the leader and won at 7-under! So we took our picture of the winning team as we do every week (follow @suapgolf on instagram, our league's for-fun instagram page) and I got my obligatory ace picture, and then I remember what I've always told myself ... If I ever hit a hole-in-one on a hole over water, I'm going in! So I kick off my shoes and my hat and jump in the lake! Unfortunately, during my celebratory plunge, my wedding ring slips off and is gone forever. Thankfully, my wife understands, and even laughed about it. So, I'm without a wedding ring and an 8-iron that is probably still on the tee box at the course, but I've got a great memory, the ball, and I can finally say I've got one!