Personal Narrative: My Experience At Battleground Golf Course

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

I have played since elementary school, but in all those years, I have alway been a very average player. I would go from being one of the best on the golf team, to the girl that only gets put in the game if the team was either losing or winning by a substantial amount. Through this experience, I learned humility, as I accepted that I cannot always be the best.

One thing that Tiger Woods has managed to do his whole career is being able to mentally keep a level head through all the ups and downs during a tournament. That’s why he has had such an incredible career. Things like pressure seems to excite him, and even when he struggles he has the mental ability to overcome that and find something to help him push on in the tournament. When I play in a tournament I try to do the same. I am trying my best to become very similar to Tiger

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.

So tomorrow we got a glove and we started throwing and I couldn’t really do it and then we did some hitting off the tee and I did pretty good.I kept practicing and kept on doing it until I could play tee.

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

“Darn” I said to myself as I slowly jogged out to my spot in left field, swatting gnats and mosquitoes as I went. “If only he’d give me a chance!” I thought, “I know I can play catcher at the same level as anyone out here!” But there I was, warming up in the outfield with the center-fielder and hoping, just hoping, I’d get some action. “At least it’s a really nice evening for a game!” I thought as I turned to catch the breeze on my face. “Play ball” shouted the Umpire, as I got into a comfortable stance to watch another boring inning of “infield baseball”. Our pitcher and infield were good, too good, and thus as an outfielder I never got any action.

“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.

I became apart of Marcus Golf my sophomore year after I switched over from soccer. With a smooth transition I was able to be successful very early on. I was nominated to be team captain my sophomore year when I was on JV, and when I got moved up to Varsity I continued to be a strong leader. With lots of hard work and dedication every day I was able to win an award for Most Fairways my junior year. I enjoy being a part of this program, and love being a leader on and off the

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.

If you want something you have to go get it.Nothing in life will be handed out. The baseball field in my view as i approached it. It was a cold spring day. When i found out that hard work pays off if you try.

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,

It was the beginning of Spring 2015 and I was in 4th grade. Baseball season was right around the corner and I was shopping for gear. My baseball team, the Alameda All-Stars, was put together by me and my twin brother, Austin, when we asked our friends if they wanted to play with us.