Hi Titleist

March 29th at Lu Lu is usually about shaking off the winter rust, but the 15th hole had other plans. It was playing 105 yards into a stiff, biting wind. I caught it pure, and despite the gusts, my Titleist held its line perfectly, landing 3 yards past the hole, spinning back and tracking right toward the pin.

​The walk up was the longest 100 yards of my life. I walked straight to the cup, looked down, and there it was sitting at the bottom. Nothing beats that feeling—or the brand that got me there. A perfect Sunday and a memory for a lifetime.