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.