My clubs have seen war. The scratches from rock, trees and roots, every mark on my club all have a different story to tell. The big chunk missing on my wedge from districts will always be in my brain. The stinging pain going through my body after hitting the root we be …show more content…
I played about less than half of the season. My teammates would tease me because I was so bad. They would tell me i'm not good enough to be on this team. Now they look at me with respect. I have put in 4 years of my life into this game. And my clubs show the works with the dirt, scratches, and worn down grips. Talking t my captain this year made me sick. There was team car wash this June and I remember asking my captain. “Who do you think are our top five guys are? Every name that came out of his mouth that wasn't mine made sick. My head was about to explode like a volcano. I asked about the whole team, and not a singles person believes in me this year. So I put in work every day in the summer. I told myself everyday I can do better. I would shot a 75 and I would tell myself I can do better. I learned something new about my game every day. Even if I had a bad day, I would learn more about my clubs off that than I would on a good