So, we were messing around the other night, trying to nail that legendary shot in “the players” game. Not the actual tournament, you know, but the golf game we have hooked up. Specifically, we were zeroed in on that one ridiculously tough par 3. You know the one.
Setting the Scene
It started pretty chill. Just me and a couple of buddies, Kevin and Mark. We grabbed some drinks, opened a bag of chips that vanished way too fast, and decided tonight was the night. Someone, probably Mark after his third try shanked into the water, declared we weren’t quitting until one of us got a hole-in-one on that hole. Bold words, man. Bold words.
The Grind
Man, did we grind. We must have played that single hole for, like, two hours straight. Seriously. Just resetting, teeing off, watching the ball fly, and groaning. Most shots ended up wet. Classic.
- Attempt 1-20: Mostly water balls. A few landed on the green but miles away. Lots of swearing.
- Attempt 21-50: Started getting the wind and power dialed in. Saw a few close calls. One of Kevin’s shots lipped out, bounced off the flagstick! We all jumped up. False alarm. More groaning.
- Attempt 51-???: Things got blurry. We tried different clubs, adjusting spin like crazy, even aiming way off hoping for a freak bounce. Mark switched to using his non-dominant thumbstick “for luck”. Didn’t work. Chips were long gone.
It’s funny how something so simple in concept can become this massive, frustrating obsession. You hit the button, you watch it fly. But getting it just right? Almost impossible. We were getting tired, sloppy. Laughing at the truly awful shots, getting quiet on the decent ones.
Did We Make It?
You’d think after all that effort, one of us would have fluked it, right? Nope. Not even close in the end. The closest we got was that lip-out from Kevin early on. By the end, we were just hitting balls aimlessly, talking about other stuff, the initial fire totally gone.
We finally just gave up. Called it a night. No epic celebration, no bragging rights secured. Just three guys who spent way too long trying to get a virtual ball into a virtual hole.
But you know what? It was actually a pretty good time. The trying, the failing together, the ridiculous focus on something totally unimportant. That’s the stuff you remember, not necessarily the win. Though, man, that hole-in-one would have been sweet. Maybe next time.
