Jr year of high school. Qualifying for a golf tournament. 15 was a weird hole with an elevated green that you couldn't see the surface of until you got right up on top of it. Well, I hit what looks like a decent shot but who knows. Weird green with lots of undulation. I'm the last one in the group to get to the green and where is my ball? We look over the green we look everywhere and Ryan hauter starts going crazy telling me it's in the hole. Sure as shit there is my ball.
It was cool. I'd made a few eagles from the fairway at that point in my life but whatever. It was neat.
Next hole is a shorter downhill par 4 I have maybe 100 yards in for my second shot and I'll be God damed if I didn't jar it. 2, 2. Eagle eagle on the card.
So, fast forward a month or three later and we are at our end of year dinner. Coat and tie, parents, girlfriends and all that shit. Coach asks each of us to tell our favorite moment from the year. Gets to me and I say when I went 2 2 on 15 and 16 in qualifying. There is like this weird moment where everyone got quiet and then everyone lost their shit. I was like what the fuck? I don't get it?
Well, that day on 15 Ryan fucking hauter got to the green before me and kicked my ball towards the hole because whatever. Well, it goes in. And he was like whatever... Wasn't going to change the outcome of the qualifier. Then I actually make 2 on the next hole and they decided they couldn't tell me. So... They told everyone else. Including the coach. And they all held it for 3 months and I felt about half an inch tall and fuck every single one of them.