Personal Narrative: Golf

Do you ever have that moment in your life where you put everything aside a focus on one thing? The date was September 14th, the golf tournament at Yorktown Golf Course. I had been waiting for this tournament all year. This was my chance to put all that I have worked on for weeks into full effect. All I could think about was a medal and how much I really wanted it. This was my chance to have something that would really raise my confidence.

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

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 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.

That shot provided golf with the most intense moment in its history as the ball didn 't enter the hole immediately, but after a 1.8 second hung on the lip of the hole. The 16th hole was guarded by a lake and the choice Woods made seemed crazy and impossible. He pitched in for a birdie; the ball was spinning halfway up the ridge before making the right turn and slowly rolling into the whole. After making this incredible shot, he kept his cool and won the

This is the story of when I tried baseball and how it was. 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

I was hitting right-handed at the moment, and all you kept hearing was "ping, ping, ping;" that was the sound of me repeatedly hitting the ball. You could tell I was doing an

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.

1. Introduction: 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.

First home run Crack! The ball flew off the bat and went as high as a bird in the sky. Aaron is a young 11 year old boy who loves playing baseball whenever he can. Every Time that he would step up to the plate he was always swing for the fence and dreamed about hitting the ball over and seeing all the fans cheer as he rounded the bases. All of times Aaron had played he never had home run but was always close sometimes hitting the wall just short of the ball going over it: but today that was about to change.

Softball. My favorite sport. It’s not a contact sport so, the chances of me injuring another player are slim to none. Or so i thought….. I was in Traverse City last year with my team for a softball tournament. It was the fifth inning of our morning game, we were down by a few runs and I was on deck. “There is one out,” I thought to myself “I have to get on base.”

“This one is coming to you Vee!” my dad yelled! I was at baseball practice. I was in the outfield, the overgrown and bee infested outfield.

I saw a gap between two defenders and I made the run as my center mid played a perfect ball. After the 45 yard run, with a defender on my right side, I realized this is it. The hundreds of road trips, hours practicing, and the pain comes down to this. I took one touch and sent a blazing shot to the back post, upper 90. I stood in awe as I heard the crowd going insane.

Baseball was in my blood. Some of my earliest memories include batting cages with my Dad, sliding into home plate and throwing my first curve ball. By eight years old, I was playing ball year-round on travel teams and loving every minute of it. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this was my sport, and I would play it in high school and possibly beyond. But, during the summer of 2010, the unthinkable happened. 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.

as the ball met my chin, I missed the ball. I sprinted back to the ball, that I didn’t catch as speedy as a rabbit. When I threw it back to Abby, I hung my head in disappointment again, my eyes stung. I tried to hold back the tears ,but they had to drain out. When I looked at the crowd, their eyes still had faith in me.