It wouldn’t be right to tell this story without prefacing it just a little bit. This email is a little long so apologies in advance. If time is short, go ahead and skip until you see the —— SKIP TO HERE ——- and you won’t miss much.
It begins when our friend Tommy Whitney came in to town last week. We rarely get to see him now that he’s a big shot in the architectural department at Marriott back east. But for the rare occasion, we had arranged to get a bunch of guys together to play a quick nine holes before a friendly BBQ that night. So on that same Friday, one week ago today, my other friend Adam Hilton called me around 11:00 am and asked if I wanted to go to Uinta Golf for lunch, just to see if anything caught our eye. I was up for it, seeing as I had an unused $50 gift card that was probably procured at a prestigious BYU LAW scramble golf tournament years ago. It’s sad that all of my golf winnings come from BYU LAW scramble golf tournaments. Someday, I’ll show you my white t-shirt and towel collection from all the 1st place finishes our team has. Anyways, I had recently come across the $50 gift card, otherwise it would still be 100% forgotten. Luckily it had no expiration. To boot, it happened to be in my golf bag in the trunk of my car at work. The stars were aligning.
At Uinta, I looked at a few Cleveland wedges because I desperately need to bridge the gap of my 135 yard PW and my 85 yard SW… but having never bought a golf club that I didn’t get to try a 1,000 times first (thanks Dad) I couldn’t pull the trigger. So my attention was turning to a box of Titleist Pro v1 golf balls when Adam suggested that I buy golf shoes. Now anybody who’s ever golfed with me before may have noticed that I wear shoes that are probably the world’s least conducive shoes to the sport of golf. I’ve always thought proudly of myself that when I magically get par or better, I know it’s not because my shoes did me any favors. More specifically, for the past 2 years it’s been the same old Adidas indoor soccer shoes that have absolutely zero tread left and have splits up the sides where my socks poke out. If I’m really early for the tee time, I might bother tying up the laces. Now, I’ve thought about buying golf shoes before, and my Dad has offered me countless hand-me-downs, but I just always thought my signature trademark I would leave on this world would be to never ever wear legitimate golf shoes so long as I lived.
But, possibly to humor Adam, or maybe to just kill more time I decided to try on a few pair. Actually, it turned out to be close to 8 pair. See, it’s not only golf shoes, but I haven’t purchased a pair of shoes of any kind from a retail store since 2000. It’s either hand-me-downs from Dad if they are dress shoes, or I buy them online. So it was kind of fun trying on all sorts of – anyways, moving on – I settled on some Nike golf shoes that looked anything but golf shoes. They are running shoes with plastic golf spikes – a happy compromise considering my high standards on the subject. Only the keen eye would know that I didn’t live up to my high aspirations. All the while, I was leery of the purchase but was assured by both Adam, and the Uinta Golf stock boy that they would make a huge difference.
Turns out they were right! They did indeed make a huge difference! I shot the worst round of golf in memory that evening. Although I stopped keeping official record and broke countless rules, by rough estimate when it was all said and done I was on the high side of a 50 score playing the white tees at Eaglewood back nine. Yes, nine. It took all of my strength not to deposit my new golf shoes in the nearest garbage receptacle on the way to my car. Underneath my back tire was the other option…. neither happened, possibly because we were running late to the next event, the BBQ.
Fast forward to today. I look down at my watch and it reads 5:07 PM. It hits me that I agreed to play golf with 3 other friends this very same day at 5:30. Trouble was, it’s Friday (traffic), I’m in downtown Salt Lake, course is Bountiful Ridge, my clubs are safe and sound in my garage in Woods Cross – hold on, see my golf clubs are usually always in my trunk during summer months, just in case. But yesterday (Thursday), as I left my house in the morning, my car started to make horrible noises. A tow from Woods Cross to SLC, a ride on FrontRunner and Trax, 36 hours without a car, and $1,055 dollars later and my car was back to operational with a new water pump, multiple belts and a radiator fan which is why my clubs weren’t in my car… because I took them out for the “operation”. Sorry, back to the story. I called my friends and told them that I had spaced it and there was no way I was going to make the tee time. I suggested they just go on without me but being the good buds they are, they decided to wait an extra 30 minutes so I could join them. I’m glad they did.
I had finally arrived but there I was… mad at the world (traffic), embarrassed for being late, more embarrassed about my 50 the last time I played with these guys, trying to figure out why just hours ago I had to plunk down a grand on my car and really, seriously wondering why I wasn’t simply at home in my nice cold basement sleeping my troubles away when I opened my trunk. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There, staring up at me, magnifying my pain, was my new super duper golf shoes.
At first, I wondered how they got out of the bottom of the well in my backyard and into my trunk and I realized that I hadn’t thrown them down the well after all… I had just meant to. Now what I did next was something I thought I’d never do again. I actually put them on my feet thinking I can’t possibly do worse. So I go Par, bogey, birdie, double bogey thinking eh, this is more like it – I can live with this. But nothing would prepare me for what happened next.
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I’m 2 Over so far
Hole #5 at Bountiful Ridge
White Tees
Blue Pin
Back left placement behind the sand trap
Marker says 198 Yards to the back
5 Iron (Ping G2)
Titleist 2 Pro v1x (found on the first hole)
Broken brown tee next to my new super duper golf shoes
Adam Hilton, Ben Dickamore, and Steve Goalen looking on with me…..
HOLE! IN! ONE!
Yep, this entire email was to tell you that today, I was lucky enough to report a 1 on my scorecard. I set the tee up on the right side of the box and aimed left to correct my slice (or patented power fade, whichever you prefer). The ball kicked off my club and went right to left across the fairway, started to curve back right (thanks slice… I mean power fade), cleared the sand trap, landed on the green 1” from the fringe, 11 paces from the cup, kicks toward the hole, and all of us just watch it as the ball rolls and rolls……. and rolls, only to see it instantly stop and disappear as it passed the pin.
First thoughts were disbelief. I refused to celebrate until I saw the ball in the cup. I thought maybe it had hit the pin and bounced out just inches away or maybe bounced behind the hole out of our view but I think we all were secretly thinking that maybe, just maybe, it was a hole in one. We rushed to the green, Hilton was the first man out of his cart and he ran over. His signal confirmed my happiness, but for a brief second, I thought maybe he was pulling my leg – as friends are known to do. I ran up still somewhat in disbelief, and there she was, the prettiest looking scuffed up Titleist 2 Pro v1x I have ever found on a golf course, sitting at the bottom of the cup.
I think my excitement spilled over and disrupted everyone else’s game. Our scores for the hole read: 5, 5, 5, 1. I about quit the game of golf altogether, vowing to never play golf again and letting that be my last shot ever. I laid there on the green for a few minutes, soaking it up (in the middle of my friends line on less). As it turns out…. I decided not to give up on golf and I par’d out with 4 straight 4’s and ended the round with an even par score of 35. One of the best rounds of nine in my life.
So yeah, maybe some of you are wondering why I wrote a short novel and wasted all of your time just to tell you that I hit a hole in one with no prize, no car, no cash reward etc..etc.., Well, truth be told, sorry…. there isn’t a good reason. But hey…. I bet you can all guess what shoes I will be wearing while I sleep tonight!!!
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