The Final Chance I have always dreamed of my last high school golf tournament. The days of the state tournament would be nice and sunny with the perfect temperature. Everything would be perfect: my dad following me to every hole, my group always in a good mood, and I would be playing the best round of golf in my life. Everyone would be cheering me on as I am tied up with the top golfers in the state. That was how I wanted it all to go, but fate did not agree. My last golf tournament was not only stressful from the start, but it definitely was not going the way I wanted it to. The day of the tournament was cold and wet, as it had just rained all night. Even though I packed for even the worst weather, I was not prepared for this. I was upset because already this day was not how I dreamt it to be. But on the bus ride to the course I told myself that it was nothing but a minor set back in the grand scheme of things. So I calmed down and put a smile on my face as I gave my team a big pep talk; “We are going to do the best that we can today. No matter what happens, just stay …show more content…
I took risks that I normally would not take and payed the price for them. I grew frustrated and did not focus on the game at hand. Finally, Mr. Johs, our team coach, came to talk to me. He attempted to calm me down and make me laugh, but I was far too angry with myself to even listen to him. Eventually my anger subsided enough to let me have a few good shots. Just enough good shots to regain my hope in beating my best score. I was trying to stay focused, but it was to no prevail as the day went on. Saddened by the way my dream did not come true, I felt like giving up. The want to sit down and cry was overwhelming, but I finished out the tournament with a semi decent score. Although, after the tournament I went to sit on the bus to calm down from the stressful
That night after practice my coach told me something I would never forget; he said, "Look, no matter what happens tomorrow at the game, you have been one of the best players I have ever coached and I want you to go out there tomorrow knowing you are going to win."
Ever since I was a little kid, golf has been there. Golf has been something in my life that I can always fall back on and use to get some anger out of just to clear my head. No matter what it was, golf has been my rock. There is nothing like waking up at the crack of dawn to get out under the sun to play a game you love.
I guess it started when I was about twelve years old. My father took me to this place called a golf course. I did not know why or what we were here for, but I was interested in finding out. We entered a building called a clubhouse; then, he paid for a bucket of practice balls. I followed him to the driving range. Once we got there, he got a metal stick from his golf bag and gave it to me. I grabbed the stick, and he showed me how to hold it. Then, he told me to swing it. I swung it back and forth as careless as I could. He then said, "Son, you have one of the nicest golf swings I have ever seen." I did not even know what I was doing with that stick, but I guess my dad saw something I didn't. My father then decided that he was ready to teach me how to use the three clubs of golf: a putter, iron, and wood. He handed me the putter, and we went to the green. He explained to me that a putter is used on a green to get the ball into the hole. I took a few smooth swings back and forth to get a feel for a putter. He said, "Hit this ball until it goes into the hole." I was impressed with myself because it only took me six hits to get it in the hole. He laid twenty balls on the green, and he told me to hit every ball in with one shot. It took me about three hours, but I accomplished what my dad told me. He thought I was ready to try the next club, so we headed to the next location. We went out onto the fairway, and he handed me an iron. He laid out some more balls on the ground and told me to hit them towards the flag on the green. The first ball I hit did not even get close to the green. The rest of the balls I hit went either over or on the front of the green, but I never let another one fall short. My dad said, "Keep practicing until you hit all of the balls on the green." I kept practicing until all of the balls were laid up around the flag.
I won the tip. The game is now under way. I remember getting the ball in the post and backing my defender down, I faked to the right and went up with my left hand! Bam and one the basket counts. The ref blows his whistle because of the foul. Now i 'm at the freethrow line and I sink it. Nice way to start the game right off the bat. As the game went on I was finding out none of my teammates showed up prepared… Basketball is a game of runs. Saint Francis was on a run the whole game, they are known for their three point shooting and they were shooting the lights out. It was a very chippy game I seem to be making most my shots. I look up and the scoreboard says i 'm the leading scorer with seventeen points. Were starting to get on a run. My teammate passes to me, i 'm in the corner for a three and I make it. Then we get a quick steal and we make another
It was the most competitive three days of my life, basketball tryouts. This is the first time my friends and I were trying out for a school team, we were all hyped for basketball season. I entered the tryout excited and consequently energetic. Adrenaline was pulsing through all the players bodies, there were 6 foot tall 8th graders with years of experience competing against 6th graders who have never touched a basketball before for the same spots. I was in between, I was a 6th grader that had experience along with some skill. That was also my downfall, I went in overconfident and consequently cocky. I wasn’t planning on getting cut, I walked into the tryout overwrought, nothing could stop me from being on the team.
I felt depleted, I thought that I had finally gotten the hang of my emotions on the court. In return she stated, “Mistakes will always happen, you can't ignore them, but you also can't get caught up in them. I know it is hard, but you have to learn because that is how you get better in sports if you want to continue playing.” This thought whirled around my head for the following months; if I wanted to really excel in volleyball I had to finally fix my attitude, for the better.
Becoming a better golfer includes knowing the rules and regulations, understanding the equipment along with its proper use, and practicing skills for greater improvement. Golf is a learning game that can never be mastered, not even by the most skilled players. The same shot is never hit twice which makes it one of the most difficult and appealing games there is. “The most important reason to play, is that golf is magic. It’s maddening, frustrating, crazy – and totally addictive. After it becomes part of your life, you can barely imagine life without it” (Gary McCord 10).
My golf score was hovering around 100 when I received a golf psychology course on DVD from my brother in law. I complain to him all the time about my golf game, so I thought he sent it to me to shut me up. I was wrong about that, and I learned many things to help me improve my game. I had always let my mind get in the way of what I should be doing, and the course showed me effective ways to prepare intelligently. I played at one of the hardest courses in the state last week and shot a 79 which was great for me.
As a kid growing up I sparkled at the chance to shine in any sport. I particularly loved playing baseball and being known for making a great play of getting a big hit that turns the tides of the game. Every chance I would get to do something spectacular I would jump at the opportunity. I wanted so badly to be the one who was up to bat with two outs at the bottom of the last inning with winning runners on base. I seen those as golden opportunities and found them to be the most defining points of my baseball career growing up. I would have to say I didn’t like the outcome if it did not go in my favor. On one day during the prime of my baseball years I did what I had always wanted too, and that was to hit a walk off to win the game.
It just always seemed like something that I had to do. Ever since I was ten years old I’ve been playing, practicing, and talking about golf. I always have had a love for the game, but I never really thought about how stressful and painful it made my life. Even at ten I thought my future had already been planned for me. I was already thinking of life as a professional golfer. I was certain that I would go play golf for a big college, and instant fame would soon follow. It wasn’t until the last couple of years that life has changed for me.
Tiger Woods is the most dominant golfer in the modern era. His victories include seventy nine Professional Golf Association (PGA) Tour events and fourteen major tournaments. His record is the second most wins of all time, only behind Jack Nicklaus. One of his most dominant wins is the 2000 U.S. Open at Pebble Beach Golf Links, in California where he won by an astounding margin of fifteen strokes over Ernie Els. His golfing dominance started when entered into the Greater Milwaukee Open for the first time as a professional on August 28th, 1996. Woods influenced the game on many fronts. According to Ryan Harrington in his article What Golf Looked Like Before Woods Turned Pro..., Woods played in his first PGA tour event as a professional in the Greater Milwaukee Open on August 28th, 1996. On that day, the game of golf was changed forever. From then on Woods was the most dominant player on the PGA Tour
If you are wanting to teach a friend to play golf you might not want to sink that birdie. One day my friend was saying, you know if I was to play any sport it would be golf because it looks so easy it can’t be hard to hit a ball in a hole. So I said how about I teach you to play golf.
On September 4th, 2016, my brother Josh and I went to a large, beautiful green park to try out some frisbee golf. The only type of golf I have played before is regular golf that includes a club and a small, white, round ball. Josh had recently picked up frisbee golf with his friends back home in Iowa and decided to bring the frisbees with him. He wanted to play in an area that had the rocky mountains as the background because he thought that they were breathtaking and peaceful for a quick game. He decided that on a warm, sunny day he would teach his sister how to play. Originally, when he brought up the idea of playing I thought it would be stupid. In my mind, I was thinking, what is the point of flinging a disc in the air hoping it would hit
Finally Friday came. The tournament lasted for about three hours, peppered with constant complaints, arguments, and threatened fist fights. To my own disbelief, we lost -- by one point! For the rest of the night I rationalized our loss by creating stories of how they must have cheated, accented by remarks about the character blemishes of their mothers. I just kept saying that we were still the best and it didn't matter that we had lost. By the end of the night no one was speaking to me, not even my partner in the competition. I finally snuck off and went home. All the way, I could feel myself choking on ...
The hole was about 110 yards away, from where I was teeing off. There was no wind at the moment, so I didn’t have to worry about that. First, I took a couple of practice swings because they were my first swings of the day, so I have to get warmed up. Then after the practice swings, I lined myself up with hole, making sure I was lined up perfect with the hole. Third, I got ready to hit my first golf ball, I was getting my rhythm down before I would hit the golf