A couple months ago, right before my birthday and graduating from the University of North Carolina-Wilmington, I took a trip down to my parents new house in Evans, GA. They bought a house off the 12th hole and across the street from the 13th tee box. My dad and I would take an iron to the 13th tee, a short par 3 with a very wide but not very long green, practicing every so often but I personally never liked the hole. I was playing in a group this day as a fill-in, walking up to the tee and explaining to my team-mate how I never liked this hole. I pulled my nine and hit a nice, low shot that never left the pin. It hit about 8 yards short, checked up, and proceeded to roll towards the hole. I assumed we would have a tap in birdie but about 4 feet from the hole it took a sharp right turn and went in. I'd like to say I smiled, nodded like a pro, and walked back to the cart, but the opposite happened. I flipped out, high fived every member in my group and let out 22 years of waiting all before I left the tee. It was definetly a memorable event as well as the bar tab after. Even more memorable is that about 50 guys that were playing in this group, many of whom I did not know, all congratulated me as if I had played with them every weekend.