I was playing at a charity tournament with some work colleagues on a great summer day. I was the last golfer of the group to tee off on the 175-yard, down hill Par 3. I knew I hit my golf ball really well so I picked up my tee and started to walk away. The other three golfers started yelling it's "going in the hole" and I didn't believe them. I looked back on the green and there were only three balls. I still didn't believe them until we got to the green and my ball was in the hole. At the banquet after the tournament, I was given the flag by the tournament host.