I stepped onto the first tee and breathed in the smell of fresh grass. All eyes on me, the first hole; a 250 yard par four. I stepped up and crushed a 3 wood to 15 feet. A great start to the day. After making birdie on the first hole, I thought I had a chance of winning back to back. The day before, I had won at fresh pond by one stroke, shooting an 80. Beating not only the people in my age group, but also the 16 to 18 group. After receiving the trophy, I drank the complimentary coke and left.
Little did I realize that this was just the start to a fabulous golf year. This win sparked something deep within me; that I could win. Back to the course at hand, after a rainy 5 holes, we were all forced inside, and we were talking about our scores. Only myself and another kid I knew from previous tournaments were playing well, it just so happened he was one hole ahead of me and we were tied. Once we got back out, I knew that I would have to shoot a great score to win. With a new vigor, I played some of the best golf of my life, and I was four over coming into the last hole, a par three. I asked him what he was shooting, he was five over, and his ball was on the green 20 feet from the hole. I watched nervously as he stood over the putt... lipped out, tapped in, and tipped his hat towards me.
Every golfer dreams of this moment. Staring down the expanse of flawless, manicured fairway and hoping that they can just do their job of making a par. Winning is everything. Going into the hole one up and just needing a par to win. As I hit my tee shot, I knew I hit it right where I wanted it and just watched. The ball took off straight at the hole, dropped down, and ended 15 yards short of the green. I knew this was going to be a hard par to make, a downhill chip and a tough breaking comeback putt. I stepped up and hit the chip thin, It rolled to 20 feet. This putt for the win, palms are sweating on my grip, I lined up the putt 3 times, breathed deep and hit the putt.
The putt rolled true and flat, but at the last minute turned hard left hitting the lip, and dropped. My best round ever; a 76. I went over and congratulated him on shooting a great round, but still breathing heavily from the pressure of the putt.