Well, I've played so little golf in recent years, I'll have to really go back in time.
Back when I was 18, and most of us still played with persimmon drivers, I played the greatest hole of my life.
We were on the last hole of a 54 hole fourball tournament, and my partner and I were two shots down to the best duo in the area. The last hole was a 550 yard par 5, playing a little into the wind. I hit a decent drive, leaving myself about 265 to the green with a slight uphill lie. I hit driver off the deck to about 25 feet right of the hole, and drained the putt for eagle. Unfortunately, my nemesis rolled in a downhill 15 foot curler for birdie to nip us by a shot. Well, it still felt good being able to hit those shots under the circumstances.
