Personal Narrative: My Golf Team Practices In High School

Four years ago I would have never expected to be a golf team captain. Due to my variety of hobbies and interests, I like to consider myself a jack of all trades so it was hard to decide on what sports to play in high school. Upon asking my father if he had any recommendations, he told me that if I could learn the fundamentals of golf I would have a tool that could benefit me for a lifetime. I wrote down golf on the dotted registration line and, well, forgot about it.

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

Competing for the spot. This kid named mike plays center field for the rangers, his high school baseball team. He is the captain of his team and his teammates and coach expect a lot from him. Their first day of training there was a foreign exchange student that plays the same position as mike and his name is Oscar Ramirez. When he first got their no one thought that he was good and no one knew who he was so they all looked down on him. Once he started batting and got out in center field then they all realized that he wasn't a joke. Everyone thought that if you played any sports than you are a jock and this kid named Zack always made Mike mad. Zack was walking down the hall way and stopped in front of Mike and was annoying him and called him

As my Varsity baseball team suits up for practice we whip out our “Easton Mako Bats” and our “Evo-Shield arm sleeves.” Everyone prepares for the season as we break in our new 200-dollar gloves. As I Un-zip my “Demarani Bat Bag” I search for the stick of eye black that seems to add spice to my game as I smother it under my eye, to “reflect the sun” of course. Our accessories become a part of our game, and we begin to value them more than the game itself.

It was my sophomore year, and the day had come to find out who made the varsity lacrosse team. We piled into the locker room to discover rows of brand new helmets. The list of the varsity players was written on the whiteboard. The team was excited, the locker room buzzing with noise. My heart dropped as I realized that my name wasn’t written there. My friends were admiring their new helmets and I had to hold back tears and disappointment. I know now that I still had to be developed at the junior varsity level, but it wasn’t easy to understand back then. At practice that day, I played out of pure spite, every move filled with rage. You aren’t good enough, I thought. I left practice that day without saying goodbye to my friends.

We won we are going to state! In May 2015 my high school baseball team finally beat St. Thomas Moore in the regional championship to go play in the state tournament in Sioux Falls, that was something that the Winner/Colome baseball team has not done since 2009. So on May 30th 2015 we headed to the State tournament in Sioux Falls, and in the first game we played Dell Rapids. We ended up having to play 13 innings in about 95 degree weather we ended up winning to go to the championship where we would play West Central the team that was favored to win the championship. I am going to tell you a little about the plans, the expectations and what really happened to our baseball team last spring.

If I have an opportunity to go back to the time when I started learning golf, I would not have stop playing it. I made a mistake that I decide to give up learning golf. When I was grad three, my parents encouraged me to start golf lessons and started teaching me the basic. They wanted me to learn a sport that we can share the interest and play together. When I just started at the beginning, I enjoyed learning golf as much as for the next lesson. Our family went to driving range quite often to practice golf swing. As my learning processes, my mother thought I had on playing golf. However, I was not able to continue playing golf because our family immigrated to Canada at that time I did not play golf for few years to acclimatize to school life

After two patient years of golfing, the weather was perfect to play with. As I look over the lush green grass, my father besides me casted a shadow over me. The freshly cut grass, reminded me of possibly getting a hole in one. As I start to walk on the pathway towards hole one, I start to mentally prepare myself. “I can do it. Play confidently and play to win,” as I mumble to myself. It’s just important to be physically prepared as mentally. My dad, jokingly says, “I’ll give you a ‘gazillion’ dollars if you land a hole-in-one.” Well my dad, better get that “gazillion” dollars ready, because he is in for a surprise.

I chose this topic because lately I have experienced a great deal of dedication lately. My sophomore year I took it upon myself to become the next up and coming golfer in the school. My sophomore year there were two seniors who led the Golf Team: Ryan Sola and Spencer Haldeman. These guys had been showing me the ins and outs of High School Golf and what it takes to succeed at that level. In the Summer, Ryan tried to practice every single day. If Ryan had to work or was out of town he always found a way to get to the range or play a round of nine or 18 holes everyday. Spencer was a very good basketball player and even starts for the UNiversity of Northern Iowa right now. During High School he had many tournaments he had to travel too on the

I have always believed that all people should be treated the same regardless of who you are, what you look like, or where you're from. Quite recently, towards the beginning of my senior year golf season, we obtained some new players; as a leader of the team, I figured that the best way to get to know each other would be to organize a bonding event. During the activity, a racist comment was made towards another member of our team. The comment shocked us all; however nothing was said or done about it. While on my way home with my fellow team captain, we discussed the matter and felt that it needed to be addressed. The next day, we pulled aside the girl the comment was directed towards and explained that the situation was uncalled for and needed

When I was younger, every summer my travel baseball team participated in the conference, regional, and hopefully state. But this particular summer in 2012 on our “U-14” travel team, will never leave my memory. As most might think, baseball is not always the most intriguing sport, but the series of events leading to the most exciting time of my life could leave even the most “baseball-skeptical” person speechless.

I step up to the tee box with my driver. Tee and lucky golf ball in hand, I gaze out onto the fairway and take a deep breath. I set up my ball on the tee not too high but just right and look at my target one more time. I take my club back and swing as hard as I can, “BAM!” I see the ball hurtle towards the hole at a lightning speed and 265 yards down the middle of the fairway it comes to a halt. This was one of my best shots, but I knew there were more things to come, good and awful. I was excited to develop more and more skills and to be able to apply for a scholarship. My very first golf tournament was coming up and hopefully more to come.

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 have never been an athletic person. I was never very fast, or skilled in athletics, and I always preferred reading to running. But during the winter of my seventh grade year, a close friend talked me into joining swim team, and in the spring, several of my other friends talked me into going out for track. As it turned out, I still wasn’t good at athletics, and I still didn’t enjoy most of it, but I think it all ended up being worth it in the end.

I’ve been playing golf with my Pa since I was 7 years old. I loved the alone time with my Dad, but until I turned 14, the game was just a way to get attention from him. When I was 11, we moved to Washington, DC so that my Dad could study English. He didn't have much time left for golf, but we did have lots of time to explore. I loved being in a new place, a new country, and I loved learning English. Even though I took golf lessons once a week, I didn't compete, and surprisingly, I missed golf!