My Life In High School Golf
My Life In High School Golf
I not only played high school golf but I got my varsity letter in high school golf and it sits on my varsity jacket in my closet where it belongs. There are a million stories to tell about playing high school golf but we don't have the time for a million stories so I will keep it down to just a couple. There is a lesson to be learned in each one so pay attention because there will be a test at the end.
Qualifying For The Team
I went through the qualifying phase with my friend Frank whom I had golfed with since we had both picked up a club and for some reason the coach trusted two old friends to be paired up for qualifying. There were 4 qualifying rounds required and only one of them was with the whole team. For the other three rounds it was just me and Frank, two high school golf seniors hammering away just trying to make the team so we could get our letters. When you are left to your own devices in high school golf you have a tendency to make sure you qualify. Did I mention that we played our last round from the ladies tees?
When We Beat The Best
In the high school golf in our area we were not the best team although we did have three of the best golfers in the area on our team. The reason we were not the best was because of scores of guys like me and Frank. We soon realized that fudging your score to qualify for the team was one thing, but when the spotlight was on and the real rules apply there was a good chance our cover would be blown. But we managed okay and we wound up on the reserve team when the best team in the region came to play. We put our best guy against their best guy on the first team and I was the best guy on the second team. Nobody gave us a chance but at the end of the day we all won our matches and I played the round of my life. It was a good day.
All In The Family
We played a match in a neighboring town and I got paired up with a distant cousin of mine whom I never liked. The first tee at this course was across the street from the club house so the coaches could not see us tee off. As soon as we crossed the street my 16 year old cousin lit up a cigarette and grabbed his driver. Everyone on my team was telling me that smoking on the course was grounds for disqualification but I wanted to beat the guy so badly that I didn't care. Turns out that I should have done that disqualification thing because I wound up getting caught in a sand trap on a hole and taking a 15 just for that hole. The rest made me wish that I didn't value family so much.