Oh no, I told myself , I knew I was screwed. It was a nice evening to play some golf. When I got off the bus after school, I went inside my grandpa and grandma’s house to get a snack. When I got inside I said to my grandma, “It’s a nice evening to go play some golf.” She replied “Yes it is, but first you have to mow.” So I said “Ok.” So I got a snack and went outside to mow. The mowing took awhile, but at least I got the mowing done. So I put the mower up and went inside to get some supper. We had hamburgers for supper and they were really good. After supper I went outside to get my three nike golf balls and my lucky nike nine iron, but the lucky nine iron wasn’t lucky today. I have a field I like to go play golf in because the field is wide open so I won’t hit anything or break anything, but I was too lazy to walk to the field. I just played around my grandpa and grandma’s house (bad idea). So I walked to the first hole that I made up, so I told myself, Do not hit Grandpa’s truck. …show more content…
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
Due to the nature of the game of golf, self-talk is a major practical psychological component that is beneficial for golfers to use. The average round of golf takes about four hours, but only about two minutes is actually spent swinging the golf club. Thus, there is a substantial amount of time that can be implemented for “inner time”. During a round of golf, golfers give themselves hundreds if not thousands of suggestions using self-talk (King, 2002). This is when a golfer may dig into his or her conscious and subconscious thoughts. In other words it is beneficial for golfers to use self-talk. Instances throughout the golf game in which self-talk may be useful include when a player is walking from hole to hole, approaching the ball, viewing the angle, and post shots. Self-talk in these cases allow the player to think about what he or she may implement or improve on in his or her next shot. In turn, the golfer’s game should improve if positive self-talk techniques are applied to the golf game.
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.
Sports play a very important role in my life ever since I could walk. My interests in playing sports began at the age of three as my parents signed me up for soccer, flag football, basketball, and lacrosse. First grade started my competitive edge as I began to play for travel teams in various sport tournaments. This competitive edge transferred from the sports field to the classroom having teachers and coaches helping me be the best I can be. Sports have continually well-shaped and defined my character by teaching me how to accept a win from working hard, also how a loss is an opportunity to learn and fix mistakes.
Today I have to wake up at 3:30 am in order to be at the factory by 4am. Then I found out that my mother had a cold over night and I have to look after her and do all the washing, cooking and cleaning. By the time I got to the factory it was 4:30. And when Mr. Bob sa...
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.
I finally could see again. Blood ran down my arms and knees. My head spinning and throbbing, weak and unable to move. I couldn’t believe that riding in a golf cart, something that I had done since I was three, could result in an accident. That never should have happened.
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
To start off, Now, we come to the tee-box where we put our stretching and breathing into effect creating the positive mentality, followed by a few quick practice swings. You then tee-up the ball, making sure the ball is lined up with the center of the face of the club. Then, you line up your shot and swing away, sending the ball flying down the middle of the fairway, creating a sense of euphoria. Next, we approach our second shot, making sure to choose the correct club according to the distance from the green. Once again, you line up your shot and swing, letting the ball coast and land on the green, as close to the hole as you possibly could. Now, comes the trickiest part which is reading the green. You grab your putter, then step back and squat, all the time trying to visualize the ball path. You, determine then were you should line up your putt depending on the break which is in the ball path. You step up to the ball, line up your putt, and swing your arms like a clock pendulum. The ball sinks into the hole sending you into a jumping fit of excitement. Thus, neatly showing how you can successfully play a hole of
A two footer. That is all that is between the ball and the hole. It is such a short distance, but seems much farther than that. My heart is racing a million miles per hour. This one measly putt, if made, will lead to my first under par round. I take one last look at the hole, grip the putter, and stroke the ball. The white sphere rolls only to be followed by a kur-plunk sound. An overwhelming joy surges through my body as a long over due smile comes across my face. This moment is one many golfers have had. One who does not know the game is able to shrug it off as an insignificant moment, but to a golfer it is a moment he will hold on to his whole life. If only these happy moments filled every round of golf that was played. Many times one goes out to be greeted by the “shanks” or the occasional “duck-hook.” The frustration of these days is almost too much to bear, but yet every golfer comes back for more. Why would anyone put themselves through this? The answer is simple, for the love of the game. Golf is a great game because of the friendships that are made and the life long lessons and skills one learns.
During my four years of high school I believe that my involvement in sports has helped me become a better person in life. I participated in varsity basketball and Track & Field all four years and my experience in both sports has taught me life lessons that I can carry with me for the rest of my life.
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.
Searching around my cluttered room I usually stumble across my first ever golf club I used. Every time I am at the driving range in Ellersile I always relive the first memories of my golf. I always think back to the first club I ever had. This club has an old rusty very, short and thin meatal golf club. It had an old purple rubber grip at the top of the rusty metal shaft. Like my dad always said “trusty rustiest”, this phrase would always remind me of the fantastic memory of me first striking that little old rusty club at the Ellersile driving range.
My brother replied, “Okay i'm going to practice, I will be back in a little.” I watched him get in his car and drive away. I got up and started to walk around the block to look for my dog. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I got done walking around the block and starting walking to my garage. I got in my house and when I was walking up the stairs my phone started to ring. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and picked up the phone.
My love for tennis blossomed at the young age of eleven. During middle school my peers knew me as the boy who was remarkably talented at tennis and I savored that title. Butterflies floated throughout my youthful body whenever someone complimented me. As the years passed, my dad nurtured me into a top player. Before I knew it high school arrived and it was time to compete at a higher level. My excitement was out of this world, but I knew my dad could no longer push me forward and my future was up to me. However, the ego I developed over the years blocked what lie in front of me. I wasn’t looking at the bigger picture; the hard work demanded of me, teamwork, and the motivation to reach an ultimate goal. Throughout my four years of participating