The 8th hole of the Coyote Hills Golf Course and Rabsy is with her husband in their monthly couples group scramble. The first 7 holes haven't been kind to her today and she has started to feel that golf will never be kind to her again. Whining a bit to her playing partners that she is so sorry she isn't contributing to the scramble today and is frankly dejected at herself. Then lamenting to her husband that she can't understand why she keeps playing this game as bad as she is. "Its your turn honey" You are too hard on yourself, you aren't doing that bad." Rabsy half-heartedly rolls out of the cart at the woman's tee on the par 3, she tees it up gets her target, sets up, makes her little shimmy wiggle, pulls it back, and swings, whack!..... "Oh crap, I pulled it!"...…the perfectionist in her looks away in disgust as her martini logoed Pro V1 flies in a nice arching trajectory left of the green. Just as she is about to lament another poor hit shot the Titleist hits the embankment pin high left of the putting surface and takes a friendly kick right toward the hole. "Hey! that looks like it might be pretty good," her husband says as the ball starts rolling onto the green. She turns back around, her demeanor still dour but now a little puzzled. Her husband, still staring intently at his wife's shot, immediately raises his arms, jumps, and excitedly yells "Oh my God it went in!!" Her face plainly not understanding the vanishing ball she is seeing takes a second then starts to realize, due more to the high pitched excitement in her husband's voice than her actual eyesight, what had just happened. Hole- in- one! Hole... in... one! Big huge smile, happy screams, arm waving..... lets go get it out of the hole. Then back in the cart the inevitable next thought...."Oh my honey, how many couples are here this month, we have to buy drinks for everyone".....