One thing I love about Americans-you can be minding your own business, hit a hole-in-one, and suddenly a whole boat crowd of strangers is acting like you just won the Masters.
They don't know your name, your score, or how many balls you lost getting there, but they're cheering, hollering, and celebrating like they've known you since Little League.
Only in America can a perfect shot turn a bunch of strangers into your loudest fan club for about 30 seconds... and honestly, that's pretty great. โณ๏ธ