It was in late August, 2012, and my wife and I had recently moved our son into his student housing for his Sophomore year at San Jose Stae Unviversity; for us it was that "back to school" time. Two days before that, by chance, I saw a former co-worker, Paul, at Tahoe City Golf Course, and we dicovered that we both had been playing there all summer but had not seen each other due to opposite work schedules. We had played many rounds of golf together in the past, won a few matches, and even built a garage next to our house that we used to live in. Paul and I became friends through golf and we were both excited to play again. We made a 10:00 tee time for the following Friday. The front nine was filled with conversation, catching up on life stories, mutual friends, it was so relaxing and rewarding. I have always valued friendship, and on that day I was feeling thankful to be gofing with Paul. As we made the turn, we decide to have a match on the back nine: match play, and the winner gets a drink. The match was back and forth, each of winning a hole in the first three. We arrived at the 13th tee with the match squared. The hole was playing 160 yards and Paul had the honor. His shot fell sort of the green. I took an eight iron and hit a high shot to the elevated green and it flew over the flagstick and appeared to be a great shot. Paul commented on how perfect the divot was from where I hit the shot. Due to the evelated green, we did not see where the ball came to rest. As we walked up the hill to the green, all we could see on it was a pitch mark about six feet past the hole. The green slopes from back to front. Coincidentally, Mindy, another friend and former co-worker was playing in the group ahead of us, saw the ball go in the hole. I now had two witnesses. As I stood next to the hole, and saw my ball in the bottom of the cup, I thought "without these great friends, this day may never have come".