Some of my first memories of golf was my grandfather taking me out to his country club in central South Carolina. Even though at the time I didn’t really take the game seriously, I was a kid, I still loved the atmosphere. The clubhouse, the sound of the spikes hitting the floor, the faint smell of bourbon from my grandfathers styrofoam cup. It was inviting, it made me feel comfort. Growing out of wanting to hang with grandparents I began to surf and skate. The last thing I thought was cool was golf, so for years I shied away, maybe play a round or two a year to pass the time. It wasn’t until this year I began to love this game. I got deep. I started playing for real in January in Florida while visiting my girlfriends parents. I had a few good holes and I was hooked. Something happened. I lived and loved golf almost 30 years after my grandfather took me on the links. I played my ass off during covid. Beginning to actual keep track of a handicap and have a round. I played with my friends today back in New York and had my first hole in one! This was a feeling I’ve never felt before. It was insane, I felt adrenaline. It was a par 3, 109 yards. I sunk this hole in one with a Titleist Pro V1. Thanks y’all for your product. Already looking forward to the next one.