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Sometimes we just gotta believe

Hopelessly addicted. That’s the only way to describe my relationship with golf. The reasons are obvious: its social (me?) competitive (me?) and a beautiful walk without the iPhone buzzing in my pocket. For a short guy (OK, really short guy) its a sport I can compete effectively with the big guys. And I love to host, entertain, meet new people, ask questions, propose new ideas, build business and drink beer all at the same time. Oh yeah…and its great to watch the ball soar through the air and fall in the hole.

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Paul Batz celebrates his first Hole in One

Especially last Friday night! For purposes of explanation…its a fair description to say that I’m a “good” golfer. Factually, the game is significantly easier for me than most players. The cruelty of the game includes the fact that up until Friday night, I’d personally witnessed four people (all with significantly less skill than me) knock the ball in the hole off the tee in one shot. I’ve played hundreds of par 3 holes, and hit thousands and thousands of golf shots. I was starting to wonder…could I live happily ever after if I never had a Hole in One?

As Corey Holtz is my witness, I was finally touched by the Golf Gods. In one shining moment, the earth and stars aligned when my four-iron hybrid launched a Titleist ProV1 up against the twilight sky, exactly 208 yards and into the hole. Almost effortless. From the tee box with my aging eyes, I couldn’t be certain…it felt good. It looked good. But to celebrate without proof is to risk eternal bitterness.

As Corey and I neared the green, our hearts accelerated. We tried to approach the alter with a calm, respectful humility. Then, a bolt of lightning ignited a celebration that lasted until Midnight. The first Ace of the year at Minnesota Valley Country Club, and the members were ready to party!

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