High School Golf Try-outs
My father and grandparents have always been very interested in the game of golf. When I was seven, my dad bought me my first set of golf clubs. Every day that he came home from work early or had off, he would take me golfing on a small course known as Mill Road. I really enjoyed golf, so my dad paid for two weeks of lessons at a normal size course.
During my lessons, I played well for my age, but was not willing to listen to the teaching pro’s swing suggestions because I liked my swing the way it was. After those lessons, I played golf very little and pursued soccer.
Again at age twelve, I started playing golf. This time, I wanted to continue playing, so my dad bought me a good set of normal size golf clubs. I continued playing throughout my freshman year in high school and over that summer. I decided to try out for the Junior Varsity Golf Team before tenth grade. I was not well prepared because I had played only a few times up until try outs. I played well enough and made the team anyways. By my junior year in high school, I was the team captain. Having used up my three years of Junior Varsity eligibility, in order to play in my senior year, I would have to make the Varsity team, so I started practicing religiously right away.
Throughout my junior year and over the following summer, I practiced every possible day. I would come home from school, do homework right away, and then go outside to pitch, chip, and putt for two hours. Also, I went to the driving range once a week and to the course to play twice a week.
When try outs rolled around, I was feeling very confident and was ready to play and make the team. When I got to the try out, I was extremely nervous and questioned my ability and whether or not I would make the team. I started losing confidence the more I thought about not making it. As it turns out, I played terribly, shooting in the low nineties on both days. This was a devastating ten strokes over my summer average and caused me to miss the cut. To make matters worse, my friend whom I had played with many times over the summer made the team instead of me. I had envisioned him and I playing on the team together, not just him making it. When the coach said that I did not make the team, I was mad at myself and very disappointed with my performance. I went home frustrated and did nothing but think of how horribly I had played at try outs. The next day, although I was still angry, I realized that I really love golf and I only played badly one time; unfortunately, it just happened to be at try outs. I still wanted to play, so I went back outside to start practicing again.
I am back to normal now, playing well and without nerves. I still practice golf because it is my favorite spring, summer, and fall sport along with skiing, my winter passion. I’ve played in numerous area tournaments now and have done well against my average, but haven’t won one yet. That day will come, just have to keep chipping away – see what I did there? 😉