I was playing with my brother on a beautiful, yet windy Saturday afternoon. We approached the par 3, number 2 hole after both paring the first. I hit first. The hole measured 138 uphill. We were down wind and I chose to play a hard draw with a 9 iron. My shot was pure and heading directly towards the flagstick. I thought it was going to be pretty tight. My brother was next. He chose an 8 iron. He hit a shot on a very similar line. We drove up and noticed only one ball on the green. It was about 8 feet short of the flag. My immediate reacton, I am long and my brother is tight. I grabbed my sw and putter and approached the green. I approached the lone ball and sure enough, it was my brother. I walked towards the flagstick, took a peak and there it was. Such an awesome feeling. Played the next three holes 5 over but then settled in and birdied holes 6 and 7 to finish with a 36...