So we returned to the Grand Shithole on Tuesday to play BASIS Phoenix and Lincoln Prep. It was 108 degrees and a bit windy and Trevor was +6 after six holes, with only one par. He finally got it together on #7 with a par as the team battled with darkness. Another par on #8 and he was running to the final tee box, a 355 yard par 5 (yes, par 5). He drilled his tee shot about 275 yards, aided by a rock hard fairway. We finally found the ball and I had to run and stand behind the pin so he could see it. I couldn't see the ball in the air but I heard it land and watched it track perfectly as it broke a couple of feet right to the hole, coming to rest about six inches away. The tap in eagle gave him the win!