My son Kevin and I were playing Philips Park on a warm summer day. I had recently purchased a new set of clubs, and this was only my sixth round using them that season.

We were playing as a twosome and riding in a cart behind a foursome that was walking. After we finished hole 3 and approached the 4th tee, the group ahead invited us to play through after they had already hit their tee shots.

I remember telling Kevin, “We have to hurry and hit so we can take them up on the offer.”

I quickly jumped out of the cart, glanced at the scorecard, and saw that hole 4 was playing 155 yards from the white tees. I grabbed my favorite club, a 7-iron, and pulled out my Titleist 77 ball — my lucky number, since July is my lucky month.

No practice swing. No overthinking. I set the ball on a half tee, stepped up, and just swung.

There wasn’t much wind that day, and the ball came off the club right on target. It bounced twice, rolled toward the cup, and then disappeared.

Hole-in-one.

I raised my arm with the 7-iron still in my hand, and the four walkers looked back at me in total amazement. I started jumping up and down, then turned and gave Kevin a double-handed high-ten. He was grinning from ear to ear.

Kevin hit his shot, and we drove up to the green while our “gallery” of four walkers congratulated me on the shot. I couldn’t get out of the cart fast enough. I made a beeline straight to the hole, looked down, and there it was — my Titleist ball sitting in the bottom of the cup.

It was truly a magical moment. My first, and so far only, hole-in-one — made even better because I got to share it with my son.