It was absolutely ecstatic having my father next to me, the man that introduced me to the game as soon as I could walk. He's been playing for 30+ years and had never witnessed a hole in one until his son's. How awesome is that? On November 4th, a cold, windy day in Windsor, Ontario, at Coachwood Golf & Country Club. Wind directly in my face looking at a front pin on Number 8. I decided to take a soft, flighted 8-iron. Looks good in the air, just a slight fade, hits the front of the green, we are silent. It's rolling up the hill, it's one foot away and I let out an "oh my god", and it drops in. In utter disbelief, I look to my father, who has a look on his face I've never seen before: pure euphoria. I can't even describe the moment and emotion I felt, it still feels like a dream watching my ball roll up and disappear into the hole. I throw my 8-iron, run and give my dad a hug, immediately pull out my phone, and sprint to the hole while recording my run-up. I get there and slowly walk up to the hole while my dad drives the cart up to get a video of me taking it out. Unbelievable moment with the only person in the world I would want there.