On a hot summer day in Austin, TX, I finally found the bottom of the cup. After starting bogey, bogey, bogey, I walked up to the 4th tee ready to turn things around. 140 yards to the pin, downhill, with a slight breeze into, I snagged my AP2 pitching wedge. I tend to miss left on this hole, so I sought to make a smooth swing, keeping it in the middle of the green. I pured it, baby draw, coming right at it. One hop, check, and the #7 ProV1x rolled in like a putt. I couldn't have drawn it up any better if I tried. One over through 4....