Tonight was great. We had a golf meet in Ottawa, our last conference meet of the season. It just so happen that we needed to win this meet to have a chance to win conference overall. Also, because of my last conference performance, I have a shot to win coonference individually if I could pull off another medalist effort.
We stood on the last tee, my oppenent being one under par while I was even par. It was a shor par four, with out of bounds left and a long pond all along the right side of the fairway that appeared to be ten yards wide. Blaze, my Ottawa counterpart, hit an iron off the tee to play it safe and he set himself up about a hundred yards out on the right side. Being stupid is what I'm best at and I whipped out my driver. My tee shot sliced, and headed right towards the water. I put my head down in disgust and looked up as it landed, just on the other bank of the pond.
Blaze hit a mediocre shot into th green and left himself a lengthy putt. I, on the other hand, was jacked about my ball being safe and hit a nice little chip shot to about ten feet. It was a daunting ten feet, with an extreme right to left break. I drained it, while Blaze three putted his way to a bogey. With the two shot swing on the last hole, I medaled the last conference meet and led our team to another victory, crucial in the eam standings.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Senior Night
I don't know where to start. Tonight was our senior night for golf. The last time I'll ever play Emerald HIll in a highschool meet. It is really weird to think about it like that. I guess I peaked at the right time becuase I shot an even oar 36, I medaled overall in the meet and earned 8 conference points.
I don't know what I did to the golf gods but they were definitely pulling for me tonight. My round was pretty much picture perfect, besides a few bad tee shots, and the last hole unforgetable.
As I stood on the teem I was sooooo nervous. The thought of what had happened last time I played thole ran through my head. I completely choked last time, but I just maned up and swung. I ended up just fine, in the dead center of the fairway, about 120 yards out. As I stood over my second shot, I wished nothing more than to hit a good shot. But I didn't. I hit a great one.
I couldn't help but to shed a tear or two as I knew my last putt was already good before I even read the line or touched my putter. The pure rush of addrenaline would be enough to sink it. As I stood over the last putt of my career at Emerald Hill, my heart was pounding and my arms and legs felt like jelly. I struck it well, and from that point there was no doubt, and it dropped.
As I walked off the green, all I could do was smile from behind glossy red eyes. I looked up and it was matched by my dad who was standing between the clubhouse and the green. I won't ever forget him, goofily standing there, probably even more happy than what I was myself. It felt great to make him so proud of me, and I sure as hell hope this isn't the last time.
I don't know what I did to the golf gods but they were definitely pulling for me tonight. My round was pretty much picture perfect, besides a few bad tee shots, and the last hole unforgetable.
As I stood on the teem I was sooooo nervous. The thought of what had happened last time I played thole ran through my head. I completely choked last time, but I just maned up and swung. I ended up just fine, in the dead center of the fairway, about 120 yards out. As I stood over my second shot, I wished nothing more than to hit a good shot. But I didn't. I hit a great one.
I couldn't help but to shed a tear or two as I knew my last putt was already good before I even read the line or touched my putter. The pure rush of addrenaline would be enough to sink it. As I stood over the last putt of my career at Emerald Hill, my heart was pounding and my arms and legs felt like jelly. I struck it well, and from that point there was no doubt, and it dropped.
As I walked off the green, all I could do was smile from behind glossy red eyes. I looked up and it was matched by my dad who was standing between the clubhouse and the green. I won't ever forget him, goofily standing there, probably even more happy than what I was myself. It felt great to make him so proud of me, and I sure as hell hope this isn't the last time.
Friday, September 9, 2011
The Revisit
Today we all went to my great grandpa's house to celebrate the one year passiong of my great grandma. It's hard to believe its been ayear already, the time just flew by. It seems like just yesterday that I was sitting in a golf cart telling my coach that I wouldn't be at school and inquiring about my elgiblity for my meet the next day. How the sunw as just at the right angle, color, and creeping out behind the clouds and early evening dew steam. I'll never forget bursting into tears as i sat there and told him. And that's the weird part. I barely knew her. Everytime I saw her as a kid she scared me because she smoked, and as a result I had never really had a conversation with her. I didn't know her like the rest of myy family. I felt like the only reason I would go see her was because of that connection-- family. I know I'll get to see her again someday, and I'll get to know her then. I just never understood as a kid what she meant to me, even though she's barely been a figure on my life. I guess they're right, you don't really know what you got till its gone.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
1st Senior Football Game
Tonight was the first football game of my senior year. Only four more highschool games and it won't be "my" team anymore. Besides the outcome of the game, this particular one exceeded my expectations with flying colors.
Before the game, the crowd was full of energy and anticipation for the battle that was about to take place on the field before them. However, we, the marching band, stole the stage at first to run the pregame routine. When we played the school fight song, it was like an adrenaline shot to the crowd. Everyone cheered for us as we tore through the warrior chant while the players sprinted out onto the field. Our halftime show was shakey, but pretty good considering we only had about a week to prepare for it.
After halftime, I went back to the stands and sat in the first row with the seniors, more particularly a very pretty, popular senior girl I've never really talked to. Despite how unsmooth i am with women, we talked. And talked. And talked some more. I was so smooth and every word just flowed out of my mouth naturally for once. I felt connected to her somehow, and it put me in a great mood. However, that mood was quickly interupted as the game abruptly ended. I was very disappointed that the moment had ended, but felt so thankful that it had even happened. All I hope is that next home game goes as swell as this one beecause that is all tha's running through my head right now.
Before the game, the crowd was full of energy and anticipation for the battle that was about to take place on the field before them. However, we, the marching band, stole the stage at first to run the pregame routine. When we played the school fight song, it was like an adrenaline shot to the crowd. Everyone cheered for us as we tore through the warrior chant while the players sprinted out onto the field. Our halftime show was shakey, but pretty good considering we only had about a week to prepare for it.
After halftime, I went back to the stands and sat in the first row with the seniors, more particularly a very pretty, popular senior girl I've never really talked to. Despite how unsmooth i am with women, we talked. And talked. And talked some more. I was so smooth and every word just flowed out of my mouth naturally for once. I felt connected to her somehow, and it put me in a great mood. However, that mood was quickly interupted as the game abruptly ended. I was very disappointed that the moment had ended, but felt so thankful that it had even happened. All I hope is that next home game goes as swell as this one beecause that is all tha's running through my head right now.
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