141 yards directly into the sun, choice between a strong 9 or a weaker 8. A little wind, but not a lot. Shot disappeared directly into the sun, thinking it came off too crisp, likely over the green. Disappeared into the sun and of course blinded. After looking behind the green, noticed the ball mark 4 feet in front of the pin. Buddy pulls the ball from the hole and declares I am now winning the skins game.