It is no secret that golf has changed my life in many positive aspects over the short time I have been playing. Golf has given me many things to think about in my life. It has changed the way I approach things and how I make good decisions that give me a positive outcome. Many positive events have been able to change my life over the past few years, because I started golf.
As I walked through Wahlert Catholic, I looked around to familiar faces and thought to myself this is the year I will put myself out there and try new things, and make new friends. Freshman Orientation, I sat in bleachers and thought to myself, What I am going to do with myself this year? To all freshman, sometimes you walk in not knowing what you may do but you will figure it out eventually. I made my decision on Golf.
It was the summer before my freshman year when I made the most influential choice towards my life. In a spur of the moment decision I signed up for the Verona girls golf team. I made my mind up in 6th grade that I was going to do volleyball in the Fall because pretty much all the girls did volleyball and thought they were the best players ever. I never even thought about doing golf. This was my mindset until I really started to think and thought to myself, “I’m not even good at volleyball. I wouldn't move up in the rankings as fast as I would for golf. Is it really worth playing a sport I’m bad at with all my friends? Or playing a sport I’m good at with none of my friends”.
As the time of us teeing off grew closer I became more nervous and more nervous. While walking up to take my first shot my adrenaline was flowing. I addressed the ball, took a deep breath, said to myself “Just do you Noah!” I Swung the club and “SMACK” the golf ball connected with the face of the club. The ball zoomed through the air and onto the green.
In seventh grade, my buddies and I considered trying out for the golf team and imagined it would be an exciting task to venture. The previous summer, I had gone to the golf course and practiced a generous amount of time on my game and I believed I would be skilled enough to make the team. Also, I had friends that were on the team the previous year and that gave me an extra incentive to try out. In seventh-grade, after trying out for the golf team, I made it. Making the team sparked the greatest passion for a game I have ever had, and it has become my life rather than a hobby.
It was in fourth grade when I started playing golf frequently. I would always run off into my backyard, drop my ball in the giant divot I usually play from, and start hitting the ball towards my golf flag. It was just a hobby at the time. I wasn’t super serious about trying to go to tournaments, nor was I trying to become like Tiger Woods. I just wanted to play the game. As fifth grade came along, I learned that there was a high school golf team. I never really set goals in my life at the time, but it had finally came to the point where I set one: to make the golf team when I enter high school.
His tournament record worldwide is greater than anyone else’s. He has been at the top of the game for twenty years now; he is probably the most formidable force in the modern age of golf. He is one of a kind, my idol. As a golfer “myself” I try to imitate Tiger Woods; from the way he manages himself on the golf course to how he trains for a tournament.
Villanova Essay Prompt Number 2 When I day-dream I dream of being a golfer on the PGA Tour. I spend countless hours a week practicing and becoming better at golf with the goal of becoming the number one golfer in the world and becoming the greatest golfer of all time. I absolutely love the competition that golf presents and love that it’s truly a game of hard work. “Natural talent” has very little correlation, physically, to golf
There was one putt that I made that was nearly fifteen feet across a curving green. As time passed, more of my team members arrived along with the teams from other schools. Pretty soon, the first players were teeing off the number one tee. I watched my teammates tee off, hearing their drivers connect to the ball with a ping, and then see their ball streaking away toward the fairway or just left or right of it. Soon it was my turn
There is about 30 kids trying out and only 15 were going to make the team. I had a good feeling I was going to make the team because I had good enough skill and I had a very good basketball IQ. The tryouts lasted for two hours for two nights. The two hours were full of sprinting, full court scrimmages, and shooting drills. Overall I didn’t do as good as I would have liked to.
Picking up a golf club for the first time, I fell in love with a new game. I played every chance I got that summer. Begging my parents for clubs and lessons, my passion grew and most of the following summer was spent on the golf course, not the baseball field. I was headed to LaSalle High School that fall, and was warned that the golf
Tiger Wood’s embodiment of the tragic hero begins with this noble stature. From a young age, Tiger was known as a golfing prodigy. He began playing from the age of two, and by the time he was 12 years old, he was beating his
“Unfortunately, Jack, there will not be many opportunities for you this year.” Seconds after being told I had made the varsity baseball team, I did not expect my coach to so bluntly tell me I would be spending more time watching the game than playing it. Our state ranked team had a pitching staff full of Division 1 commitments and future MLB draft picks, and I was being told I did not measure up. The bench became my best friend.
It was the last inning of the 2020 Jr baseball finals; the winner would be declared the champions of the west region of the United States of America. The opposing team was one point ahead and Augustin’s team had one player on first base and another on second. Augustin sat on the bench next to his two best friends, Susan and Sam. They sat there for a while waiting for their turn to bat and not before long their team had received a strikeout. The kid who stuck out was a scrawny kid with glass who looked as if he was going to cry under the pressure of the game. Augustin briskly turned toward him and said “Don’t worry we’ll win this one” with a slight nod. The boy looked up at him and smiled and then sat down. Not too long after that Susan was up to bat.
Cold, sweaty, anxious and alone, all words that described me as I waited nervously for my ride outside of Dr. Henry A. Wise Jr., High School’s gymnasium. It was a night in mid-November of 2012. Tryouts had lasted longer than expected so my father took his time coming to pick me up. I don’t know why but I was half-expecting to make JV despite Wise being one of the highest rated high school basketball teams in Prince George’s county and me being mediocre in the sport.