I think the most clutch moment I have had happened when I broke par for the first time at our home course. After 2 bogeys and 2 birdies and a nice string of pars I was even par after 17 holes. The 18th hole is a par-4 with a pond on the left and woods on the right on the drive and a waste bunker that goes into a pond on the right side of the green. The 18th can be a challenge for me...in fear of the pond I have a tendency to block my drive right and end up in the right rough or woods. Hugging the left edge of the pond is the best bet to get close to the 100 yard marker, and going down the middle will put you on the right side. I pulled out my driver and while I didn't go as far left as I could have, I ended up about 105 out on the right side of the fairway. Now, looking at my approach shot, the pin was in the front right corner of the green that is about 40 yards deep and uphill. I can't zip the ball like guys can, so my best chance was to land just short of the green and one hop it near the cup. There was no doubt I was nervous...I hit my approach right at the pin and got my one hopper and it released and rolled about 12 feet past the cup. Here it was before me, a birdie for a 71...I knew the putt would left at the end, so speed would be the key...if I tried to die it in the cup it was probably 1 ball out, but if I wanted to hit it firm, no more than left edge. My heart was beating in my throat and I totally felt the moment. I stepped back, took a deep breath, and visualized the putt - left edge. I honestly don't remember stroking the putt, but I can still see it drop and my friend cheering for me knowing I had just completed a bucket list item. I still have that Titleist in my bookcase!