My golf story happened a couple of years ago at Spring Hill [Golf Club in Wayzata]. â©
I was playing golf—the first outing of the season—and on the par 3 (hole 4), I hit my seven iron. It was pure and headed straight for the hole. It landed, rolled a foot, and then, of all things, leaned against the pin. â©
I sighed to the caddy, “Just my luck!” â©
He said, “Pat, if we pull the pin when we get to the hole and it falls in, it’s still a hole in one.” â©
I answered that it wouldn’t really feel that way. I took one more look at my ball and, just then, it dropped in the hole! â©
Golf for me has always been a spiritual connection to my parents, both of whom died young and were scratch golfers. I knew when I saw the ball drop in the hole that somehow my father had flicked it in with his finger—a sign that he is somewhere looking over me in this world.â©
—Pat Miles, former WCCO TV news anchor