It was a cloudy pleasant day at the Jayhawk Club. I had played 18 with some hackers (i get to say that now) and decided I needed an E9 with my besties. There I was hitting last in a group of 3 playing best ball against another group. Hole #5 on the Championship side. Slight Northwesterly breeze so helping a little with some crosswind. I licked my finger and put it up in the air to confirm the wind (no I didn’t). Asked for distance and slope again from the guy who just hit a whippy blade hook lucky onto the green 8 feet past the hole. The pin was right center slightly back. 150 playing 143 as the crow flies. Aimed slightly right of the pin not because of the wind but because I seem to pull it left into the area known as Clint’s teardrop. WHACK! I said “it’s gotta go” cause I heard the pros say it on TV. That and I desperately needed to carry the bunker where if it would of landed I’d be looking at a Net 5 for sure. It’s hit well like a mouthy redhead. It lands 5 feet short of the pin and jumps forward. I see the refurbished Titleist ProV1x that I found the previous week disappear. But I thought was in the shadows and thats why I couldn’t see it anymore. My whippy hook shot buddy Sean says “I think it just went in” I replied “ your kidding” the next few minutes were a blur as we drove up to the green. I got out of the underpowered golf cart and grabbed my putter partly in disbelief and partly in hopes of preventing Murphys Law. The rest was history.