Tour de Fore!

“With the sun dropping behind the trees, the golfing gods started smiling on me.  I birdied the fourteenth, only my second birdie of the trip, and then came the sixteenth hole.  At 7:40 PM, with 7 wood in hand, I approached the pretty par 3 downhill hole with the red, white and blue flag gently rippling 144 yards away.  The ball sailed softly onto the green, bounced twice, and disappeared.  I stood in stunned silence as I realized the impossible had just happened.  The Nirvana of golf.  I HAD HIT A HOLE IN ONE!  I called over to Gloria for her congratulations and discovered she had been looking at an Acadian Flycatcher and had missed my glorious, probably once-in-a-lifetime, best ever and never to be repeated shot.  What had started out as the most frustrating, the most discouraging, the most ego-shattering course of the trip had suddenly become the most wonderful, the most beautiful and the most thrilling.”