My wife and I were on our babymoon in Bermuda, it was Friday the 13th. And for those who don't know, a babymoon is the last time that a mother can fly before giving birth. We decided to play a round at Turtle Hill Golf Club and she rode/was my caddie. It was mid-morning on a beautiful sunny day. The views were incredible. I wasn't playing my best by any means but on hole 1 (the 10th of my round), I used a rented 8 iron on a 152-yard, par 3. The swing felt great (finally!) then I looked up to see what I thought was one hop and in. We didn't believe it until we rode up to the green and the ball was nowhere to be found. I was thinking it might have rolled off the back, there was no way I just aced a hole, but as my wife ran across the green it was true. The ball was sitting in the cup.