I lived every golfer’s nightmare, I hit a hole in one while playing by myself. It was the par 3, 6th hole at Fenwick Golf Course - one of the oldest in the country. I hit a 9 iron from 129 and knew it would be close, but a grass ridge in front made the green blind. I found it in the bottom of the cup and felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Whether by myself or not, I am still euphoric, I’ve made a memory for the rest of my life.