Personal Narrative: My Worst Golf Game

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My Worst Golf Game
Most people would not expect playing a round of golf could be so challenging. In fact, I believe out of all the sports or pastimes, as some people would categorize it, golf is the most complicated and technical sport to ever exist. Let me take you through a few holes of a journey to one of my worst golf games ever played.
Four years ago, my dad signed me up for “The George Holliday Memorial” Junior golf tournament. A three-day annual tournament that is held during the Thanksgiving holiday in Myrtle Beach. Hundreds of young players, boys and girls aging from 10 to 18 year olds gather at The Myrtle Beach National golf course, one of the most well-known 54-hole course. Every day we would play an 18-hole round and the last day
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Par threes should be the easiest, straightforward holes on the golf course. Sadly, for me, this one hole was the worst. To get a good score on a par three, I had to put the ball in the hole in three shots to receive a par, hints par three. I made it in eight shots. That hole made me so upset, and changed my mood from happy to angry. When I walked up to the tee box, I was confident I was going to score well on this hole. It was an easy par three, straightforward, a little downhill. From the tee box, I was about 120 years away, same distance as my second shot on the first hole. That is nothing to me. That is my favorite distance when I play golf. I took out my eight iron. I did the same routine as the first hole. A nice smooth practice swing, the glove on my left hand, and I was still hitting my Nike golf ball. I go up to hit the ball, and as soon as a hit it, I felt it, it was a terrible shot. The feeling was not right. There was water in front of the hole, a little creek and of course my ball landed in it. I had to the take a second shot from the tee box, and this time the ball landed to the right of the hole in the bushes. Once I go down to the hole I had to drop a ball because it was unplayable in the bushes. I stop carrying at this point because I was already hitting my fifth shot. When I finally landed on the green, I was so far from the pin that I accomplished in putting ball in the hole in three which made my score a total of eight. That hole messed me up and for the rest of the day I stopped carrying, that’s how bad it

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