I just finished a fantastic golf weekend with a great group of golfing cronies. It's a yearly golf ritual we call "The Berger" and I finally had the chance to get some uninterrupted playing time with my fresh set of Titleist clubs. Some of you may remember the strange and unusual heist of my clubs in the middle of a casual Sunday round recently.

I was excited to test drive my new weapons and sure enough, all the planets seemed to align to give me the opportunity I had intended. Now, I've played a zillion rounds, with loads of different groups, but this particular weekend event gave me a fresh look at the game and it's mysterious magic. I ventured off into the rounds with few expectations as these clubs have zero mileage and I had no real feel for how the ball would fly off these club faces.

With this low-expectation notion in mind, I found myself noticing the peculiar relationships my playing partners have with their own equipment. Everyone seems to get really comfortable with a club or two in their own arsenal. The clubs they hit with the greatest confidence seem to become their personal favorites. And most don't hesitate professing their love and adoration at that precise moment of flawless execution.

At one particular point in the final round I found my own Zen moment. A weak tee shot left my approach in heavy rough with a severe uphill stance. Two of my opponents stood just twenty-five yards away in the fairway over their own well placed shots. As I went through the mental calculations of how to hit this difficult shot I couldn't help feeling that all eyes were upon me. My fresh AP2 eight iron was the weapon of choice and I ripped it through the grass hoping to land it somewhere close. It felt good as it took flight so I glanced up at my cart partner who was standing on the cart path well above me. With every player's view fixed on the green below he shouted, "GREAT SHOT! Eight feet from the pin!"

For that one millisecond my eight iron and I were masters of our domain!  As I climbed up and out of the rough and got a look at the green I turned to my cart partner and exclaimed "Life is Good!" His chuckle was the perfect confirmation of my heightened state of emotion and we moved on.

These little moments seem to propel us through round after round. They fill the after-round cocktail conversations and often resurface months and years later. Share one of your own moments of greatness with the golfnoise readers. Let them live on!