Is It Really That Boring?

Imagine standing on a softball field expected to perform at the age of 5. Even though the butterflies in my stomach were starting a war, nothing was going to stop me from stepping on that field to play my first tee ball game as a Little Tiger. Fans cheered, but what I noticed most was a little boy in the outfield picking his nose. Standing in the box, I was terrified; the field looked huge. I had never seen anything like this before, but I knew that the little boy was the person I needed to hit the ball to, so I hit the ball as hard as I could. The ball went soaring through the air like a bird on fire. Dropping from the air, it rolled to the fence. At that time, I knew I had fallen in love with the game of softball. I was smiling from ear to ear, I couldn’t believe I had hit the ball that far! Both sides screamed, yelled, and shouted with excitement. Was all this commotion for me? I rounded first, but I couldn’t go to second because my teammate, Kylie Leach, didn’t run. I didn’t know what she was doing. Sadly, the batter after me hit a ground ball to the pitcher, and the other team threw him out at first.

Relate topic to audience: As we get older, we get less active and many people cannot play physical sports or don’t have that stamina that we have at our age to run around and do whatever. Learning a proper golf swing is the stepping stool in the golf world and the beginning of getting into a game that can teach you patience, manners, and relieve your stress.

Marsden sat down with his swing coach to set up his objectives for his golf career. He realized he had a lot of work to do to reach that goal of winning a Green Jacket. Marsden’s father Jeff, had bought him a membership at Mattaponi Springs, where he would spend countless hours on the range and around the greens. Dyson had a routine he would do every day; he would hit eight perfect shots with each club in his bag. The young man then would move on to the chipping surface, he hit fifty perfect shots that had to land within three feet of the pin. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would be on the range practicing, if he didn’t answer the phone and you needed him he was at the range working. He would put in dedication into his golf game twenty four seven.

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Freshman golf ended miserably, but I wasn’t even close to giving up. In Arkansas golf, high school isn’t a big deal like in Football and Basketball. It’s the tournaments held by the Arkansas State golf Association that are most respected. So my golfing year wasn’t really over, it had actually just begun. So I began to practice more, and focus solely on golf. It seemed the harder I practiced, the worse I got. I was trying too hard, and playing badly in tournaments. It was extremely heartbreaking. This was the only think that I had complete confidence in and I couldn’t

It was a Monday morning on June 13, 2016 and I was not ready for what was to come of today. I was practicing for my tournaments all summer long and this day was the day for me to show that my work has paid off. Even though It was a qualifier into a high skilled tournament I need my game this summer to be one of my best years so I can send my resumes to coaches around the country. So now the round Is about to start and I was nervous. Playing against kids much older and much stronger than you is intimidating, but i knew that was not supposed to change what was going to happen today. This golf course is a tricky one with lots of trees and hills but that should change my mindset of trying to win this qualifier. And we were off, I striped my drive

Once, a very long time ago, Vincent Van Gogh was said to have drunk yellow paint, hoping to gain happiness. Three years ago, I joined my school’s golf team for the same reason. I found myself isolated at school, realizing that I was pushing school work over my social life during my sophomore year. It was when I desperately struggled to surround myself with positivity that I found myself at the Santa Teresa Golf Course. The first few practices at a sport I had never touched was more upsetting than enjoyable. Unexpectedly, golf requires a mentality where the confidence to overcome obstacles is essential to successive progression in the sport. Being compared to my older sister at home, and then struggling to fit in at school, made self-doubt a

I was walking towards the seventeenth hole of the Deep Cliff golf course, listening the rattle of the clubs on my back. My mouth dry of thirst from the pack of trail mix I had ate. I looked down at my scorecard and realized that I did not do as fortunate as I thought. My feet were aching and my arms were sore. I arrived at the seventeenth tee box after what felt like ages. I scanned the sign next to a decrepit bench. It read that the flag was one hundred seventy yards away. I dug deep into my pocket and pulled out a three inch tee and a golf ball. I teed up the ball, eyeing the flag in the distance. Little did I know, that the proudest moment of my life was waiting for me one hundred seventy yards away.

Thankfully, an older man who was warming up before his game saw me struggling. He came up to me and asked me if I wanted a few pointers. Slightly shocked, I accepted his offer. Over from the man’s golf cart, his partner yelled at him to hurry up and stop wasting time. However, the man signaled his partner to wait. He said to me, “Well first, your feet aren’t quite lined up with the ball.” I adjusted my feet to his liking. “Next, keep your left arm straight all the way throughout your swing. Lastly, just keep your eye on the ball. You’re looking up, and you aren’t hitting the ball in the right spot.” I lined up my feet, took my arms back, focused my eyes on the ball, and “POCK!” I looked up to see my ball soaring through the air and almost hitting the fence 100 yards away! I looked over at the kind gentleman, smiling. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Let’s see if you can do that again.” I did exactly what he told me to do, and sure enough, the ball soared. We practiced for

It had now begun to lightly drizzle as we are called up as the final group in the Tennessee State Golf Championship. As the Official went over all the rules of the game, my mind couldn’t help but wander. I begin to wonder what might happen if it became apparent that I didn’t belong in the same grouping as the prestigious golfers that stood next to me. I begin to think awful thoughts of losing, of letting my team down. These horrible thoughts flood my mind and I begin to believe them. I believe that I’m good enough to be on the course with these guys.

Our group strongly values stewardship among one another. We value the stories we tell walking down each fairway, the jokes told before teeing off, and the advice given while settling bets after the round. Golfers are often stereotyped as quiet and serious competitors, but this group breaks that social norm and sets new norms. We cheer each other on to play well, even at the expense of losing a few dollars to that person, rather than cheering for ourselves to win.

Blood rushed to my face. It was a terrible feeling. My knees went weak and my chest was heaving, but I couldn’t breath. I worked day and night for the six long years to just get a taste of success, a glimpse of my potential. But I couldn’t do it; I knew I would never have it in me. I walked down the final stretch of holes with the golf tournament practically in my hands. Cameras were focused, crowds cheered, rain dripped from my cap. The overcast brought back memories of my junior tournaments in Hong Kong. I hated those years. It seemed as if the rain made was my weakness. That day, I had millions of dollars on the line. More than that, I had all my loved ones on the line. I carried all they have sacrificed

Flashback four years ago to my first day of tryouts freshman year. I remember shanking three straight drives off the tee directly out of bounds at Airport and carding two tens and an eleven in that same round. That was awful. Flash forward to my final three rounds senior year and I shot a 78, a 79, and a 77, respectively. Clearly I drastically improved my game thanks to my years on the team, but the improvements I made really do not matter. What is important are the friendships I have built and the people who have pushed me to my success. The people team golf has introduced me to have had a tremendous impact on who I am today.

Freshman Isabella Byers is leading the way. She said, “I have big goals for both myself and my team this year.” Byers picked up the sport from her dad about 5 years ago and has not looked back. She added, “Golf has always come naturally to me. I really understand it and enjoy it.”