Most of us dream of such an event while there are some, surprisingly, doesn't want any part of it.
We stopped playing for awhile because of heavy rain and thunder but when we started back play my dad had been on fire. The second hole after the restart was a 167m long par 3. His ball flew straight at the flag and as the ball was landing all our hearts skipped a beat. The ball in the end landed just 2 inches from the hole. That was the closest any of us ever got to a legitimate hole in one.
As we drove our carts heading towards the hole there was 2 possible angle he could have looked at it:
The first angle (competitive sportsmen):
It was just 2 inches from the hole. He would have made history. The one thing that most golfers wanted to do, he was 2 inches away. It would be devastating to be so near yet so far.
The second angle:
Luck was on his side after all since he would have had to buy everybody at the clubhouse drinks.
I don't think I have to elaborate on which angle my dad took.