Hole In One

I had a hole in one once.  In Ireland of all places.  Rick was there.  He saw it.  So did all the other patrons of the pitch and putt where we had rented our clubs, donning our street clothes and tennis shoes.  I readied myself on the astro turf of the first hole.  Adjusted my grip on the 20 year old pitching wedge and let go a mighty shank.  It never really got airborne. Just shot across three fairways and rolled into the cup of the fourth hole.  Drinks are on me.

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