Brave Little Toaster - Hans Stromberg

I am a pure white srixon 1 with blue markings on me made by my player Hans. I have a good feling about today as Hans tees me up on the left side of the tee box on top of my good friend the cocoa-cola tee. We make casual conversation while Hans makes his practice swings. Finally, my time to shine is almost here, Hans starts waggling his Cleveland driver behind and makes his back swing. I see the downswing coming and start to revolve at one milisecond I see blue sky, the next I see green grass below. This repeats for another couple thousand revolutions intil I hit the ground. It was pure contact, but I start out a little bit too far right, I am nearing the top of my arc when I hear Hans yell to draw, having some side spin, I decide to draw gently and get a kind kick from the rough and roll into the fairway. I received a great strike from the driver and am perfect position for a shot onto the green. As I wait for Hans to walk towards me (which takes forever) I chat with the bug that landed on me. Once Hans gets up and shoots the pin he pulls out 9 iron, I must be about 155 yards away from the pin. Hans goes through his routine and strikes downward on me creating backspin, so this time, the first milisecond I see green grass and the next blue sky, after a couple of seconds I am nearing the green and can see the pin a couple feet behind me. I hear people saying "get in the hole, Tiger!" As I am wondering who Tiger is, I make contact with the ground and start spinning backward towards the hole. i have a chance to go to my home and "clang!" I hit the flagstick. Just your everyday eagle for me, srixon 1. (I'd like to see a Titleist do that.)