6th virgin of the day...

You laff, but the last round of golf I played, I was in my mid 20s and was paired with a teenager and some old guy. A foursome had teed off ahead us. The first hole, as I recall, was something like 320 yards. We were waiting for the foursome ahead of us to move it along and get out of range. The kid and the old man had already teed off, but I was holding back for the foursome to get out of range. The old guy was getting impatient and huffy, telling me there was no way I could get anywhere near the foursome ahead of us. So I hauled off an whacked it, and I swear it was the longest, straightest drive I ever had--low and long and straight at the green. We yelled "four" and the foursome a good distance away looked back. Never did find my Titleist, even though it was straight as an arrow down the fairway (in fact, it was so straight at the cup I was thinking I might've had a hole-in-one), and to this day I'm convinced I overshot the green and into the creek another 20-30 yards in back of the green. Either that, or one of the foursome ahead of us took my ball.