In 1998, on my 52nd birthday, the executives in my business chipped in and gave me a bunch of golf lessons. I had never played before that and, the truth be told, never showed much interest. But I took the lessons and, needless to say, got hooked.
I'm not very good -- I play businessman's golf (defined as shooting between 95 and 110) -- but I fell in love with the sport and play even when there is ice on the lake.
I get a birdie every rare once in a while but I have never had an eagle. In fact, I have never even putted for an eagle. Until yesterday, that is.
Yesterday I miraculously hit the green on a 455 yard par 5 in two strokes and was putting for an eagle. The putt was not a gimme, mind you; it was a good 15 feet from the hole.