It was 55 degrees and spitting rain...not exactly premium golf weather, but my husband and I headed out anyway with the intent of just playing a few holes. We got through 3 and the rain was picking up. We were faced with the decision to jump over to 7 - which would lead us back to the dry, warm Proshop - or continue onward to 4. On a whim, we chose to trudge on (we were already soaked, what was a little more rain?). So there we were on hole 4 - a mid-range par 3 with a large tree partially obstructing my view of the flag. My rangefinder said 136 yards, but with the wind and rain I made the decision to club up to my favorite club - my Adams 5 hybrid. You know that feeling when you hit a club exactly how it was made to be hit? We can all agree it’s one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. I just thought it was a good hit. Perfect ball flight right towards a small hill at the front left side of the green, but I couldn’t quite see what happened once it landed. My husband joked it probably went in the hole, to which I obviously laughed out loud. It wasn’t until we got within 20 feet of the pin that I saw a flash of pink staring at me from inside the shallow cup (the groundskeepers have been putting the cups upside down in the holes during COVID19). Needless to say I ran up to it, cheering like a lunatic. The only downside of this whole experience? We had to finish out the 9 in the pouring rain!