The eagle has landed

Armed with my new clubs, my new swing, and even some new balls, I went out on the course yesterday and accomplished a new first.

Uh huh, that?s right. If you read the title of this blog, you already know what it is. I made my first-ever eagle. It was on a 279-yard par 4. My drive went a nice straight 200 yards, then I hit a pitching wedge onto an elevated green. Because it was elevated, I couldn?t see the result. I just heard a loud ?clunk? and knew it had hit the flagstick.

My home course, for whatever unfathomable reason, uses those hard pins rather than the softer fiberglass variety, so normally a loud clunk indicates that a well-struck shot just rebounded right off the green.

I walked up to the green, afraid of what I?d find. Did the flagstick send it spinning away from the hole like a regurgitated meatball? Not this time. This time the blind squirrel found a nut. I peered into the cup and there it was. My Precept Lady Extra Long, all innocently staring back up at me. I think it might?ve even batted its eyelashes.

I have a witness–my six-year-old daughter who I?d brought along for the ride. She seemed strangely unimpressed, like ?big deal, Mommy, isn?t that what you?re supposed to do?? It wasn?t a hole in one, but I bought the rounds afterward anyway. Gatorade for me, chocolate milk for her. Life is good.