Sectional Champ

          I pulled a piece of paper out of the hat, and was relieved to see that it had a 1 written on it. My heart was pounding, my arms and legs shaking as I turned around and looked behind me. 55 parents, coaches, teamates, and one irreplaceable set of parents stood around the forst tee, with all eyes on me.
          I was as nervous as I could be, but felt no pressure. We had already earned a trip to Blooomington, and picked up a few plaques along the way. So whether I got first or second overall in Sectionals didn't matter much to me. My counterpart, Fazio, had said the same thing. In all reality, I think we both just said it just so if we lost, we'd have an excuse to hide behind if we lost the sudden death playoff.
          As I stood over my tee shot, I tried to block out all the people watching me. But, the thought of them all watching still drove through my mind as I played out a vision in my head of me topping it over and over again. That was all erased as soon as I made contact, as it was the best drive I hit all day, just smoked down the middle. Fazio took his turn and did the same exact thing. We both hit identical lay up shots, only mine was a bit further than his. He hit is approach shot and it appeared to be two feet from the hole for birdie from my angle.
         I stood behind my ball and let out a long, nervous sigh. My heart continued to feel like it was going to pound out of my chest, as well as my veins popping out quite a bit, and the addreinaline pumping through my veins took all feeling away from my limbs. It was only my conscience and mind controlling me. Nothing else was possible to get control of. I stepped up to my ball that laid 72 yards away from the target. Just a 3/4 wedge I thought. Just a 3/4 wedge is what I hit. Just a 3/4 wedge landed inside of Fazio's.
          We walked up together to the green and I happily came to realize that his was a good 12 feet away, while mine was a daunting 8 feet away. He putted first, and just burned the outside edge with his, an easy tap in for par. I picked my line out and mastered the speed with a few practice strokes.
          As I stood over the put, I had one thought: Just strike it like the practice stroke, and it will go in. I struck it well.
          That was all I needed to know I drained it. All of my emotions and addrenaline poured out of me as I let out a yelp and a fist pump. I was just lost, and ecstatic to know that all my hardwork over the summer had finally paid off. My teammates wuickly surrounded me and showered me with high fives and hugs. I lost track of a lot of things, like where I was or even te time of day. It was too much like a dream to actually be happening to me. No matter what, nothing will be able to recreate this moment in my life, and nothing could come close. I was the sectional champion.