I pulled back the putter, pushed it a little
forward, and there was the contest, in one putt.
As we rode in my mom’s Infiniti QX56, a very big SUV, I thought of the
putting contest my camp counsellors said we’d have. I always was
thinking to myself, “I’ve got to keep pushing myself to win this
contest.” I knew it was camp-wide, with just about 100 kids in the
competition, from seven to sixteen year olds. It would be like a PGA
Tour contest. When we pulled up to Valhalla Golf Course, an advanced
course, I got my clubs out of my mom’s car, and got myself signed in for
the day. I first started practicing, sinking putts from five feet to
twenty-five feet. When I finished the first couple of putts, I felt
really determined to win.
After I practiced putting, I went to the driving range. I hit my
Callaway driver about 200 yards down a fresh strip of grass, wide and
long. After I hit with my driver, I went on to my nine iron and seven
iron. I didn’t really hit those well, but I still felt determined to win
the putting contest. The contest would start in forty-five minutes, so I
had some time to get a quick drink and go right back onto the putting
green. Once I got there, I kept sinking putts from five feet, now to
thirty feet. I looked at my watch and realized that the contest was in
five minutes. I grabbed my putter and my lucky pink Callaway ball.
I went to where the contest was starting, and I realized… That I was
first! Even though I was first I still felt determined to win. I lined
the ball up, so I had a perfect chance at getting a great putt. I pulled
the putter back and pushed it forward, making the ball run up the short,
fresh grass bend. The ball quickly started to come around the corner,
slowly rolling toward the hole. One putt.