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.
I have to say I was a little worried when you started this post with "Tonight was great." I thought, oh, Patrick, you can do better than that! But you hooked me in that second paragraph, man. You have some very well-worded, easy-to-follow narrative going on in this piece. I like that you're using golf terminology but still describing each moment so that non-golfers might still have some hope of following the action. I especially like the line "Being stupid is what I'm best at..." because that's when your unique voice is strongest.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the victory, by the way. :)