In 42 years of playing golf, I have come close to a hole in one so many times that I really refused to believe it when my playing partner said that my ball had dissapeared. I went straight to the back side of the green to find my ball, and my friend went straight to the hole. He looked up with a big grin and just motioned for me to come look. When I saw my titleist in the bottom of the cup I let out a really loud celibratory scream! There was a poor guy casualy walking down a nearby sidewalk that dove for cover!