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.
I took a pretty long hiatus from golf during middle school. I just lost in touch with the game, and was more interested in just staying in my room playing video
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I kept telling myself “I should have practiced more”. I didn’t feel confident at all, but when I actually played, things turned out in my favor for the most part. During the first day of tryouts, I already knew I was doing something right as the coach said, “Atta boy Jey!”. That day I shot a 58, which was already the best I had done the year before. The second day of tryouts was atrocious, weather wise. With a combination of rain and chill, it really tested everyone who was playing that day. Out of nowhere, I shot amazingly, ten strokes lower than I did the previous day. I felt great, I was almost sure I would make the team at this point, but I didn’t want to jinx anything. I shot a 55 the next day, which kind of lowered my spirits, but not so bad as I was feeling defeated like the year before. On the final, and probably most important day of tryouts, it was like I had practice the whole day before that tryout. I shot a 43, which amazed everyone, and got me a place on the team. I felt unstoppable. I already was envisioning myself getting a hole in one the next day. Everything was in my
First we did passing no one could really pass but then I thought well we could work on that. Then we set, hit, digged and last serving and I felt as if no one met my skill set. What I didn't realize at the time was how cocky I was and how much potential my team really had.
It was a cool day in the middle of spring. The trees were blowing, the ground was soft and wet and it was a great day to be playing golf at Mahoney Golf Course. This was our last tournament of the season as a team. I started out putting and chipping on the putting green. I remember I could tell I was going to have a great game because of how close I was putting the ball to the hole.
It made me realize that hard work and practice will help me make the team next year. Practicing was the key to making the team. Before the next tryout I went every night to go hit and field to get better. On rainy days or days my dad had to work later I would hit
“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.
Now I knew almost all of the coaches except the freshmen. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew we were going to come out and work hard every practice. All I wanted to do was impress the coaches. I had an advantage over all my teammates, I kinda knew what they expected.
That’s when I remembered the time we were at tryouts. A year ago, when I was at tryouts, I was so nervous, sweat was dripping from my hands before we even got there. After the tryout, I was really happy with what I had did.. Then a couple weeks later, we got a call and they said
Saturday seemed to drag on but finally it was show time. Walking into the arena was the most nerve-wracking moment of my life; the bleachers were packed and there were people with big cameras everywhere. It felt as though I was famous! As the announcer called my name the only thing I could think about was making a solid run. My run for the first round was good considering my heart was about to beat out of my chest.
It felt as if i was just coasting along. That year, I earned the team MVP position and all state, all league, and all conference titles. Teams knew that when they had to play our team, they had to try and shoot through a wall. I have witnessed coaches talked strategy on trying to get into my head, get the ball around me, and even try and take me physically out of the game. I was fully dedicating myself and time to the sport, breathing, eating, sleeping waterpolo.
I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and
We came out and were another 12 and was setting 1st, but there were still the top two teams to go. As I sat there and watch I was so nervous. The second top team went and they missed, that took some encumbrance off my shoulders for a
Golf is a game that can be played throughout life as it teaches us life skills and values that will prepare us for what life brings our way. Golf is often said to be a sport that relates to life. In the game of golf the players navigate the hilly, uneven terrain with the sole aim to reach the goal— is to PUTT the ball . Golf teaches the player many a life lessons. The game instils honesty, sportsmanship, respect, confidence, perseverance, courtesy and concentration.
That is probably what hurt me the most. I had a good warm-up but your first match is always your worse one. At the state tournament you can’t have a bad match. Unfortunately, i did. Now, I was in the loser's bracket, it seemed like all was lost.
Here is where my journey, and also the most dreaded part of the year comes, tryout season. My summer went as planned. Working very hard to achieve my goal of making the best team I could. Being smaller than everyone else, I knew I had to set my standards higher and work harder than everyone else to keep up.
Eventually, I stopped playing them so that I could focus more of my time on golf. At first, I wasn’t very good but there was this drive and “fire” inside me that pushed me to practice longer and harder than others. That year, I got an opportunity to test my progress and to prove myself as a golfer. I made my first appearance in a varsity golf match. That day I shot a 43 to help my team secure a win over the
My Arena The Arena is a place where people thrive and excel in what they do and work hard at. The Arena is where people are ecstatic and excited to go to when they have time and what gives them passion to achieve greatness. My Arena is when I am at the golf course hitting balls a mile and draining putts like no other. I like to go to the golf course anytime I have a chance to get better and grind out those long practice sessions in order to compete at a high level.