It was a sticky 90 degrees with a hot wind blowing from the east. The clouds were moving fast and you could see shade and sunlight rolling across the grass like waves in the ocean. I stepped up to the tee box with a determined gait and a pitching wedge in hand. 131 yards in the distance a hole was calling for the ball, but the front right trap, strong gusts and 30 foot elevation gain were all determined to keep it from going home. I line up… Clean contact and tracking right towards the hole. The ball hits the green and then disappears as the elevation hides the hole from us. I look to the boys and say, “that one has a chance”. We pull up to the green and the ball is nowhere to be seen. Did it land hot and scoot off the back? Did it short a bit and get caught up in the rough? No, the ball wanted to go home. First ace of my 32 years of golfing. Hole 13, Evansville Country Club, July 26, 2020! Feeling pretty good this morning