It was almost a Hole-in-one

Today would be memorable in my mind for a long time, if not forever. Just as I thought I had made a hole-in-one, my caddie, in a disappointed mood, signaled an unbelievable alert. What could have gone wrong? I thought to myself, “There is nothing stopping me from having a hole-in-one today”. Every golfer knows the sensation that accompanies a hole-in-one achievement. This shot is rare and is surely the golfer’s dream.

Well, let me begin in the proper way. I went golfing with few friends this morning, of course at our beautiful Athens. The greens was so sprightly and the atmosphere perfect for a great day of golf. Then my greatest anticipation grew so intense, especially when the ball disappeared after it had dropped a few yards from the hole. That was a rare shot, and every golfer knows it. In my mind, I was already the hero and champion for the day. Surely, the smooth swing that powered the ball off towards glory had paid off. I thought of nothing but having the ball in the sweet spot in the club.

As I found myself lost in the thought of wonderland, I looked up at my caddie for confirmation. Have I really hit a hole with my first shot from the tee box? This usually happens on a par 3 hole, and one is normally expected to accomplish this in three shots. To my greatest surprise, and the disappointment of my caddie, I had missed the hole by some few inches. I just couldn’t believe it. My caddie couldn’t be any less disappointed and dejected. He couldn’t believe it either. But what on earth would prevent the ball from falling in the hole from such great effort – such great swing. I could tell the ball was going straight into that hole. I signaled my caddie and we both walked towards the hole. There it was, just about four inches away from the hole. How were we to explain the mystery? As I gazed in the skies, I suddenly heard my caddie say, “Oh! I get it now”. Well, that meant he had solved the mystery – he pointed to the flag pole. Oh guess what; the flag pole wasn’t straight. It had been tilted a bit and so the ball had a little deflection instead of falling straight into the hole. With some doubt in me, I probed further and my caddie practically proved what he said. He knew who had done this – the last caddie to have placed the flagpole in the hole. He placed the flagpole a little tilted.

Though disappointed, I enjoyed a great deal of congratulations from the other players for almost having a hole-in-one. One good friend of mine, Wilson, gave me a tap, and said, “You are still my champion for the day. Anyway, you get to save some money”. The last part reminded me of the celebration that accompanies hitting a hole-in-one. All golfers in the club would be treated to a drink, and there is always a special tip for the caddie who happened to be with the hero for the day. No wonder my caddie was so downhearted.

Well, in my consolation, I thought to myself, “We live to fight another day”. I had come so close to making it, and I was hopeful of yet another one, though I could not tell when the time would come. Of course I couldn’t tell because this is such a rare moment for golfers!

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