These professional golfers wanted to get acquainted with an average fourteen old year boy and asked me numerous questions. Our conversations between shots were easy and relax just as if we were old friends. But, when it was time to golf they morphed into a different person; laser focused, controlled emotions and with a mysterious ability to block everything out. The three days changed my life as these professional golfers encourage me to realize a dream, I could become an excellent golfer, maybe a professional. This would require a commitment to practice of twelve to fourteen hours a day. Up at six in the morning so I headed to the golf course at 7 a.m. and stayed to dark, Monday to Saturday for the next six weeks. Sixty boys showed
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Each day after school the team practiced, we played nine holes, my score each day ranged between forty-two and forty-four. This score qualified me to play in the first tournament that season, and my first tournament ever, with a nervous stomach. The first hole I did was one over par, not great, by the third hole I lost my confidence and wonder why I ever thought I could play golf. By the sixth hole, I wanted to throw my clubs, stream, and shout; but I could control my emotions, but not my swing. A rhythm, tempo was missing and my score on the last three holes reflected my frustration. By the end of the tournament I wanted to throw a two-year-old tantrum; angry and disappointed in myself. Yet, golf is a gentleman’s sport, and I did not want to be off the high school team for poor sportsmanship. Tournament play differs from a round of golf and I humiliated myself with an unacceptable score, I was unprepared. Thinking back on the advice I received at the Web.com; I did everything the golfers told me to do. My technique and swing improved throughout the summer, resulting in a good score during a round of golf. However, I did not perform in the same way during the tournament. Discouraged, confused and hesitant, I did not want to pick up a golf club
Each day after school the team practiced, we played nine holes, my score each day ranged between forty-two and forty-four. This score qualified me to play in the first tournament that season, and my first tournament ever, with a nervous stomach. The first hole I did was one over par, not great, by the third hole I lost my confidence and wonder why I ever thought I could play golf. By the sixth hole, I wanted to throw my clubs, stream, and shout; but I could control my emotions, but not my swing. A rhythm, tempo was missing and my score on the last three holes reflected my frustration. By the end of the tournament I wanted to throw a two-year-old tantrum; angry and disappointed in myself. Yet, golf is a gentleman’s sport, and I did not want to be off the high school team for poor sportsmanship. Tournament play differs from a round of golf and I humiliated myself with an unacceptable score, I was unprepared. Thinking back on the advice I received at the Web.com; I did everything the golfers told me to do. My technique and swing improved throughout the summer, resulting in a good score during a round of golf. However, I did not perform in the same way during the tournament. Discouraged, confused and hesitant, I did not want to pick up a golf club