I was having an awful day at the course and was frustrated with my putting. I just wanted to get the round over with because I knew it just wasn't my day. When our foursome approached the last hole I was ready to put this bad round behind me. It was a par 3 at approximately 112 yards. I took my 9 iron and bladed the ball sending it like a missile towards the flag stick. I thought my ball over shot the green but I could never find it. So I dropped another ball thinking that I had lost my ball. One of my foursome said that there was a ball in the cup. To my surprise it was my ball and I was thrilled because it only took me fourty-five years to get my first hole in one.