My buddy, Bob, and I were playing the West Course at Windyke Country Club when we arrived at the 13th hole, a tough uphill par 3, measuring 195 yards from the gold tees as the flag was in the back. Pulled out my 3-wood to be sure I had enough club to get there. We could see the flag but not the hole given its location. I played first. Hit it a little thin. Figured that would be in the back bunker as there was no way that shot was going to hold the green. Bob hit his second and it was a beauty. So, as we walked up to the green, we noticed no balls on the putting surface. I told Bob that I was going to check the back bunker for my ball and that he should check the hole for his ball. Sure enough, there was a ball in the back bunker and I immediately assumed that it was mine. As I prepared to go in and play the shot, Bob yelled out that my ball was in the hole. I looked down at the ball in the bunker and sure enough it was his. I guess it’s true what they say, “I’d rather be lucky than good.”