It was one of those dreary, overcast days, better spent in bed. Tim, being one of my six brothers, feels it gives him license to talk me into golfing on such a marginal day. Tim, the optimist, sold the idea about light and intermittent drizzle??? Almost no wind, which is rare for this area. The weather would only get worse in the coming weeks??? I was too busy working this summer to play much at all. So in a moment of weakness.... I agreed. With low expectations, pars on the two opening holes were a pleasent surprise. Back to form, bogey golf ensued. Topping out at 46 degrees, I told myself that it was almost pleasent???? The par three, 154 yard, twelfth hole has never been in my top seventeen favorite holes at Columbia Point. Water on the right and sand guarding the front and right side. I seem to always leave it short. With the cold and heavy mist, I decide to hit a five instead of six iron. When the ball was about half way there, Tim declared that I had a chance for a hole in one!!! I disagreed, saying that everything was short today??? Landing ten feet in front and two feet to the left, it took one hop, breaking the two feet right and then disappeared. Tim began to celebrate as I stood there.... Thinking this is golf... On a dreary day... On my least favorite hole... The golf gods are punishing me today??? Now, I won't be able to turn down golf no matter how marginal the weather??? This explains golf and why we are "Hooked". Did I ever have a choice????