This is no bullshit, I picked up new wedges (Artisan) Friday afternoon. Mom was in town on Saturday so I didn’t get to play with the group, but a last minute tee time was booked for Sunday, therefore I joined. We had just gotten a big rain the night before so everything was wet, range was closed and it was cart path only. Not to mention about,42 degrees with a steady 15-20 MPH wind.

Birded 1 (Par 5), Par on 2, then here comes the infamous little Par 3. Hit it short, miss it left, miss it right and don’t you dare go long, just aim at the center and hope to 2 putt this slopped ***. Greens were running about 12-1/2!

So let’s recap, cold, windy, wet, just miserable; like my ex wife! New wedges that have never been hit, but I had my tried and trusted Pro V. Pin tucked back center/right just off the right side of a ridge that runs down the center.

Lined up took aim from 126 and landed about six inches left of the cup, spun and slowly trickled right until it disappeared! First words were *** Yeah! Fist/chest bumps commenced. I’ve been playing this stupid ass game I love since I was 12, 31 years later it finally dropped!

Doubled the next 3 holes, cause my fat ass couldn’t get my heart rate down but nonetheless ended up shooting 77 and it’s a my greatest athletic achievement, next to making my 2 kids.

Pro V for life!