Was playing like garbage holes 1-6. So bad, I picked up my ball before getting to the green on 6. As Sara and Hilary were putting out, they mentioned a video they'd seen of a 12 year old talking about a hole in one he hit. The child was comparing how long it took him to hit a hole verses his grandfather's first hole in one. I walked ahead of them in a crabby mood trying to drown out their positive chit chat, settling on the 7th hole teebox. The hole was uphill, pin in the middle of the green, 147 yards, with the green blocked by a high walled sand trap. I played an easy 9 iron (Titleist T300) to the left of the pin over the bunker and didn't see where the ball landed. Walking up to the green, I couldn't find my ball. Confused as I didn't think I had hit the ball that far, Hilary told me to check the cup. With the hope you only get right before you scratch a lottery ticket, I walked over to the cup. Low and behold, my ball was at the bottom of the cup! We all exploded in excitement!