As we walked up to the No. 4 tee for league play, it was raining. I was low on 3 so I was set to tee off. I stood holding my umbrella, I asked the other three gentlemen, one of which was my Dad, if we should just roll ahead for a little bit. The half-way house was at the end of the hole. I checked the radar on my phone and it looked like it was going to be heavy for about 15 minutes. No such luck. I was egged to tee off and told we will wait after that hole. I stepped up to the tee and guessed it to be around 110. One of our foursome shot the distance at 112 and I remember saying, "yeah, like that two yards is going to matter." Little did I know. Set my tee in the wet ground and took two practice swings. Schwack. Really high shot, probably as high as it was long. It bounced straight at the pin and then a short hop. I thought it was rolling but couldn't tell as it was dead inline with the stick. My Dad said, "I think you slamdunked it." I wasn't so sure and was doing my best to remain calm but I couldn't see the ball. It was still slightly raining and I knew it was right in line with the white stick. As my Dad set his tee and shot, I discreetly wandered off to the side by about 10 yards to try and get an angle on my ball. Still couldn't see it. My Dad stuck it maybe 5-6 feet from the cup. Next man up hit the green. Our fourth had a miscue out of play. It's a tight hole with heavy brush and trees on the right, a big downhill right of the green to a lake, and sand in front. I had to wait some more. It was killing me by now. He took another shot and quite honestly I paid no attention. Just pressing my Dad to roll up to the green. We rolled up left of the green and there his ball was, right in front like I saw. And there was another ball, right behind the green on the top fringe, right in line with the stick. Darn it. I said, "aw, I'm up here." Tom, the last to shoot, said, "no, Dan, that's my ball." I crept up on the hole, umbrella in hand and could see the other side of the hole. No ball. As I got all the way over the hole, bam. There it was. My Titleist Pro V1, number 6, with three green dots. I am certain I disrupted golf for 100 yards in every direction and for that, I apologize for my golf manners as I had none. Threw my umbrella in the air in celebration. It almost ended up in the lake. An unreal occasion.