My Dad introduced my older brother and I to the sport of golf. He started us both at about the ages of 5 and 6. The game was a staple in our family. I've played competitively since elementary school and throughout high school and college. Throughout countless rounds of golf (and coming close) I had never hit the perfect shot or even witnessed an ace. That changed this past Sunday, May 15, 2016. My brother and I went down to Kentucky on a golf trip that my late Dad would go on with his best friend. We had taken the place of our Dad on the last two trips and on our last day of play this year, I hit that elusive perfect shot on #11, 150 yards with easy 9 iron and a Titleist Pro V1x. In the foursome was my brother, my dad's best friend and another buddy. The only thing that would have made that moment any better would have been having Dad right there with me, but I have no doubt he was there and probably assisted on the shot :)