Personal Narrative: The University Golf Club

I had to be a main part in the biggest stage of the game was very challenging, and hard to overcome, especially caddying for one of the greatest caddy of all time. I was shocked, I usually do not face much stress in my life, but this moment gave me a rush of fear that cannot be explained. I am not a nervous person, I could handle most pressure given to me. On the other hand when I was but in a situation working with pro golfers i felt edgy to the subject.

For years, golf has been one of the oldest and most traditional sports. As the equipment and golf courses have changed, the etiquette and rules have not. In golf, etiquette has been a major part of the game. Staying quiet on the course and repairing divots are a few examples of proper formality. Common rules include teeing the ball between the tee markers and marking your ball on the green. Along with these guidelines, there are rules that are controversial and seem unfair to golfers.

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 play golf for the pleasure of it; have been doing so for number years, as member, Sharjah Golf Club. I am proud of expertize I have acquired in it. It seems to be a game of hitting a dimpled white ball, placed on a holder, between relaxing walks, with a caddy in tow, whereas it requires knowledge of math, science, engineering and technology for one to be a ‘Tiger Woods’.

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

There has been quite a lot of significant advancement in golfing history (golf ball, golf clubs) but the biggest and most significant advancement is the rules. The rules of golf has always been the same over the years with the rules being based around regulation, procedures and penalties. Before the rules of golf were made into a book for everyone that plays, golf clubs commonly had their own set of rules. Most of the rules made by other clubs were mostly the same but had some differences by removal of loose impediments (leaves and small stones).

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.

I’m all nerves as I anxiously wait for my turn to take the first tee at the most consequential day of golf of my life. I look to my side and see my playing partners. All of them having already had big success in the game. I am very aware that each of the three guys have been in more situations like this than me and this causes stress and tension to engulf me.

All my life I have been very devoted to the sports of which I participate. Baseball and golf have been a huge part of my childhood and it has always been in that order. Baseball always took precedence over golf. Golf was just a hobby and when it came down to it, baseball was going to be more a part of me than golf. But recently my heart has shifted and the level of precedence in my mind has switched over to golf, and being very involved in the baseball team with my high school, it was time to make a very difficult decision with countless ramifications.

It has been a while since we have all been together and I was wondering when would be a good time and a place to meet. After reading some of the e mails from earlier this summer about Peter Sparrow's passing there comes a time to give him a good Irish Wake. I'm not sure if he is Irish, but what the hell he would probably join in if he was here.

It was the summer after my Sophomore year, and I am going to the golf course. I walk into the office of THE Jonathan Beaver and see someone else. I couldn’t quite tell what it was but, it looked like a raccoon… Instead though it was indeed Jonathan with a swollen black and blue nose, he managed to hit a golf ball straight up trying a trick and broke his nose. This man is many things in my life, he is the golf pro, who is also my boss, he's my swing coach, my to be faith mentor, and my friend. He has taught me many things in life and golf. I will always remember the lessons of Keep your knees bent, keep your head and shoulders straight, and swing easy all the way through.

Our town is notable for having several interesting golf courses. For those residents whose interests lie in other pursuits, those courses are a waste of large quantities of otherwise useful space that could be better used to construct another mall or store. For the golf enthusiasts among us, however, the preponderance of courses is a delightful benefit of living in this otherwise uninteresting locale, where the only saving grace is the plentiful supply of interesting people.

Q. Do golfers enjoy having a digital map of each hole that includes distances to the pins as well as distances to the hazards?

Many people take up Golf thinking that it is easy, after all, how hard can it be to hit a little white ball with a stick? This thinking evaporates the first time they step onto a driving range and attempt to hit that little white ball. Golf is not easy by any stretch of the imagination. My experience with golf began in May of 2005 when friends came to stay with us; my wife informed me that I would have to take Roy, her friend’s husband Golfing. I had not been to a driving range (since I was in my teens) and I had never played golf on a course before. It was quite an experience; the weather was cold, rainy and nasty the three times we played while they where here, the game hooked me badly, even with the bad shots and the nasty weather.