Reflection About My Golf Experience

1206 WordsSep 29, 20175 Pages
Golf is an incredible game. Like Mr. Palmer so eloquently stated, it is the greatest game mankind has ever invented. In my fourteen years of athletic experience, I’ve never played anything that offers such sudden and dramatic swings between elation and fury. The feeling that comes with striping a 3 wood 240 yards is unparalleled in any aspect of life. As I talk about it though, I reflect on my golf career and realize that I didn’t always have these feelings for the game. In fact, much of my experience was characterized by frustration and bitterness. Did I want to become a good golfer? Of course! Did I know that I had the ability to hit good shots? I’d hit a million before, but why couldn’t I string them together? “Practice makes perfect”…show more content…
Fast forward two years: 8th grade, fourteen years old (still looking for my first girlfriend, who I managed to trick into a date a short 2.5 years later), and school golf tryouts had rolled around. I am a very pessimistic person and my confidence was knackered. Still not as good as my friend, I was thoroughly convinced that I wouldn’t make the team, even though everyone said I would. My practice was working and I was showing improvement, but I couldn’t maintain the consistency that I so badly wanted, which frustrated me to no end. Nonetheless, I never doubted the power of practice. It had been ingrained in me that “Practice makes perfect” so I stuck with it. The day of tryouts rolled around and, needing my clubs at school, my mom had to drive me. In the car line, on the verge of a panic attack, I blurted out “I CAN’T DO IT! I’M SORRY!” and jumped out. Disappointed, my mom asked if I was sure and I said I was, I couldn’t do it. I sat through 4 periods and lunch that day knowing I’d made a mistake. I still regret that decision. I decided that day that I would play for my high school team. “All I need is a little more practice.” I’d tell myself. My confidence in it was still unwavering. Fast forward two more years: 10th grade, 16 years old (still single, in case you were curious), and I was in the heat of practice season. I was taking lessons at one of the best golf schools on the east coast and when I wasn’t working on my schoolwork, I was at the driving
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