Just so people out there in cyberland know, this is not Holly Berryhill. This is Diego Guerrero, one of Holly's agents. Anyways, to make a long story short I am a horrible golfer. To give you a mental picture of how bad I am, when I i finish a round of golf it is not unusual to see score in the high 50's or low 60's. It would be great if that was 18 holes, but it's for 9!. Nonetheless, something strange happend to me on Sunday. It was a normal day, albeit I didn't have breakfast. The wind was picking up and the sun was beating down on me. I started out the first two holes in typical fashion, 7's. Yet, when I got the the third whole (par 3) something amazing happend. I scored a hole in one. What ubiquitous force propelled the ball into that hole? In a million years I could not have portended a hole in one. I was perplexed and amused. Here I was, the worst golfer ever to get a hole in one. I had to buy everybody a drink afterwards (they said it was tradition, I don't know if that is true) and everybody was happy. Afterwards, I pretended as though I knew what I was doing, of course I did. So thats my story, and I'm sticking to it.