Personal Narrative: A Golf Short Story

Ben Hogan was possibly one of the best players that the game of golf has ever seen. He faced many obstacles throughout his career including world war two and a horrible motor vehicle accident, but even this could not stop him from returning to the amazing, mentally tough game of golf. However, his downfall came when he experienced the “yips” while putting. The yips is a type of dystonia. According to Joseph Jankovic (2009: v) dystonia is a neurologic disorder characterized by involuntary, sustained, patterned, and often repetitive muscle contractions of opposing muscles that cause twisting movements, abnormal postures, or both. This essay is going to describe who Ben Hogan was and what lead to his downfall. The neuroanatomical and physiological functions of the three motor neural pathways (pyramidal system, extra-pyramidal system, cerebellar system) will be discussed as well as their role in movement control. Certain practical implications of learning new and re-learning neural pathways will also be identified within the text. The yips, focal dystonia and the neurological cause of it will be explained. Finally there will be a discussion on how focal

The deep green pool of the Salinas River was still in the late afternoon. Already the sun had left the valley to go climbing up the slopes of the Gabilan Mountains, and the hilltops were rosy in the sun. But by the pool among the mottled sycamores, a pleasant shade had fallen. A water snake glided smoothly up the pool, twisting its periscope head from side to side; and it swam the length of the pool and came to the legs of a motionless heron that stood in the shallows. A silent head and beak lanced down and plucked it out by the head, and the beak swallowed the little snake while its tail waved frantically. A far rush of wind sounded and a gust drove through the tops of the trees like a wave. The sycamore leaves turned up their silver sides, the brown, dry leaves on the ground scudded a few feet. And row on row of tiny wind waves flowed up the pool’s green surface.

“That America’s structures of race and class still overlap means that black families find themselves far less likely than white ones to have the money it takes to raise a top golfer” (78). In this section Starn is discussing how in order to become a great golfer all you really need is time and money to practice. Because of this, those from lower socioeconomic status rarely become top notch golfers because they didn’t have the money to start playing when they were kids. Lack of money disproportionally affects African Americans and explains why there is so little ethnic representation in the golfing world. He ends by saying “The lack of black pros sheds light on the broader dynamics of racial inequality in America now” (79). This is a very powerful statement. We are not as diverse as we think we are and the golfing world shows

Tiger Woods was born in Cypress, California, in 1975. Tiger Woods was raised to be a champion. Brought up by a father who put a golf club in his hands before he could walk. For an entire generation of kids, Tiger was a hero and viewed in the same light as the best athlete in the world. Tiger Woods studied at Stanford University, and won a number of amateur U.S. golf titles. By the summer of 1996 he shot to fame after winning the Master’s at Augusta, with a record score of 270 and at the age of twenty-one he was the youngest player to earn the title. He became among the top best golf players of all time since turning pro at the age of twenty. His 14 major tournament championships are second only to Jack Nicklaus who has a total of 18, a record he once seemed destined to exceed. Tiger Woods is one of the greatest golfers to have ever played the game. 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.

I started to play golf when I was 7 years old first I have to learn the rule and protocol, this is my first class then I started to learn how to hit the ball, and change the golf posture.3 years later I join the match, it is my first match and I got a good score. And after this match I understand what is golf match and I have to use a mentality, just think if my score better than last time then I win. I like golf because I learn a lots in it, such as be a honest person and have patience.

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.

It was one summer morning and my dad was up early for something and I did not know why and I heard a crack and I walked in the living room and nothing was wrong and I asked my dad” What happened.”

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.

When my dad was eleven years old, he snuck out onto the golf course and taught himself to play. He caddied for the older players during the day. He really admired watching the better players play the game he loved. As he was telling me this story about his love for the game. I pictured the fresh drivers making contact with the white Titleist ball making it fly down the fareway. When I was growing up my dad loved to take me out. The best feeling is when he smiles during the game, it really shows how much we love the golf game. Before my Grandpa Tom passed away, my dad, grandpa, and I all went out golfing. I feel like that is the reason why I love Golf so much. Every April when the Master’s tournament rolls around all the family meets up and talks about the beautiful Augusta, Georgia. The fairways there are the most brightest beautiful green you could imagine. My dad and I are looking forward to going there someday. My personal favorite golfer is Rickie Fowler, he is to me the best golfer next to Phil Mickelson. Fowler is the cutest golfer, one day I would love to meet

Golf is one of the fastest growing sports in the world. It is a sport that is loved by people all over the world and can be enjoyed anywhere in the world. It never used to be as popular as it is now, but some golfers have made it a very well beloved sport. The development of golf since 1945 to 2016 has been a massive change over the years and has had a massive impacted on Australia, but has also been a significant advancement in golfing history.

A few hours later all of my stuff was tucked into my room, Mom and Sydney both started crying when they got ready to leave. Dad even had tears in his eyes, “I promise all of you, I’ll take good care of her. No Debbie downers allowed!” Sarah hugged mom and Sydney then Dad and Cade.

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. I knew from there it was bound to be a good day. At the end of the round I ended up with a 63.

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I ready my stance again… And this time I am going to hit the ball I think. I slowly bring my driver back, and accelerate the club forward to hit the ball. I watch the ball glide through the air with a sort of glare in my sun glasses. It lands and rolls to where the is probably 200 yards to the pin. My dad ambly walks over the the tee box where I had put my tee. He slowly placed his ball on top of the tee. He lazily moves the club back, He quickly thrusted forward with his knees to have the ball go about 150 yards. It rolled to where it was about 200 yards from the

I’ve have been playing forever, like since I was 4, but my attitude towards it was always less than impressive. I thought it was the boringest sport you could ever play and my parents are making me play. But I was finally determined to change my views on the sport, now that I signed up to play on a team that depended on me. Almost everyday in the summer I got up and played a round of golf. I often thought to myself,