My dad took me out for a fun birthday round at Goat Hill. The round was going alright, and I felt like I was striking my irons well. We got to hole #5, and the wind was off the left. Hole #5, "Palomar", is a moderate par 3 that is separated by a deep valley. To the immediate left of the green is a steep hill about 25 yards taller than the green. To the left... a steep slope down that is about 40 yards shorter than the green. The whole green slopes left to right. With a left to right breeze, I was concerned with losing the ball off the right of the green. I also was playing a slight fade on the day which didn't help. I was hoping to hit the rough on the hillside left of the green and hope it would land soft enough to roll down somewhere on the green. I got a lot more than that. I stood over the ball and struck my PW perfectly. It started on the left edge of the green and faded towards the pin (at the front right of the green). My Pro V1 landed about 5' left of the pin and spun right. I will always remember the look of that white ball roll gently towards the cup and disappear. I didn't believe it until I heard my dad say, "Na uh" as he stood there in disbelief. We were playing with another twosome, so I maintained my calm until we got to the green. I stood over the hole, saw my Pro V1 with its single black line on it, and my knees went numb. The rest of the day was a total high, and there was no bad shot that could take me off my throne.
