I play in a Tuesday league at Cracklewood in Macomb, MI. Last week I was two lipped out putts away from shooting in the 30's. This week I apparently forgot how to hit a golf ball for 7 holes. The round started out with penalty strokes, multiple chunked chips and rock hand putting that resulting in quads on 1 and 2. Things did not get much better after that. On the 8th tee box, I joked that I was searching for a reason not to end it all after 20+years of golf. Defeated, I stared down a 167 yd shot with a stiff 15-20 mph wind in my face. I took out an 8 iron having no idea what the wind was going to do this ball (assuming I got the thing in the air). During my follow through my right foot slipped a bit which filled my mind with a lot profanity, but as I watched the ball rise and rise I thought "Hey they might actually make make it there." Somehow it cut through the wind fading ever so slightly to the middle of the green. The ball just kept carrying, landed about 10 feet short of the hole, took two little skips, released and disappeared. I saw it go in, but was in disbelief until I got up to the hole and saw that beautiful Titleist logo staring back at me. My foursome was going crazy while I was trying to process what had just happened (a.k.a. not dookie in my shorts). The best part was that the beer cart girl saw it and poured us some complimentary whiskey shots. I then proceeded to chunk my tee shot on 9...and could not care less.