It was hole #3, 142 yards, a little downwind. I thought that I hit it pretty good but couldn't see because of the hump in from of the green. The pin was in the front which made it even more difficult to see. When I drove the cart above the hole, I didn't see a ball on the green and I said to my playing partner, damn, I came up short. And while walking to the front of the green, I walked past the hole and thought I should look in. Wow, there was my ball. What an adrenaline rush. It took me at least two holes to calm down. Someone mentioned it to the marshal and before long people were walking by saying, "who had the hole in one" and when I raised my hand I got all kinds of congratulations from all kinds of players. It was very cool.