Swing Through And The Ball Rolls example essay topic

" Ladies and gentlemen out of nowhere has came the rookie golfer Charlie Haase into one behind the lead at this years British Open at the Old Course at St. Andrews."With one hole left to play, he is preparing to tee off after Tiger on the number eighteen tee box". These are the words I hear, right as I am preparing to tee off. The eighteenth is a 354 yd, par four with out of bounds guarding both sides of the fairway. The pressure is incredible as I watch Tiger taking his practice swings.

Back and through, back and through... it looks unrealistically smooth as he does it. Then he steps up to the ball, and blasts a 283 yard drive straight down the fairway. The crowd erupts into a spine tingling frenzy as Tiger turned to them and politely tips his hat. Now comes my turn. Talk about a bad person to follow off the tee box, there's no way I can compete with someone of this caliber. "OK, take a breath" I, say to myself, "just calm down, and play the same game you " ve been playing the whole tournament".

I take a practice swing and step up to the ball. Swing through, and hear the crowd explode. 286 yard drive just in front of Tiger, dead center of the fairway. I stand behind Tiger as he steps up to the ball, he lays 71 yards from the green with a front right pin location. His swing and composure look as if it's just another day on the practice range. The ball rises, and descends just short of the green into a very steep faced bunker.

I'm in disbelief, as the murmur flows through the crowd, and suddenly Tiger turns to me and says "Well, there's your opening, you better grab it before its gone". What does a person say to that? All I could do is stare and give him a foolish awe stricken grin as if I were a four year old that has just met Barney. I walk up to my ball, lying 68 yards away, and pull out my sand wedge. Tiger is standing behind me and I feel as if I have a godly dragon watching me for any weakness only to snatch me up into his mighty jaws in my weakest moment. I bring the club back and follow through, the ball rises, then descends and sticks three feet from the hole!

The crowd is rumbling the grounds and cheering like I've never heard a gallery cheer before! Now for Tigers shot, if he gets up and down, even if I make my putt, there will still be a playoff. If he two putts though, the championship will be mine! He step to the ball in the bunker and swings, the ball rises magnificently out of the bunker and lands twelve feet from the hole. That put is by no means out of Tigers putting range. He's out therefore he puts first.

He crouches down, carefully studying every angle and break of the putt and then steps up to the ball. He takes a perfect pendulum putting stroke and the ball rolls perfectly at the hole. My heart is beating like it has never beat before, and suddenly the ball stops! right in front of the hole it just stops! he didn't give it enough speed and takes a five on the hole! All I have to do is make my putt and I win the British Open! I step up to my ball, easily swing through, and the ball rolls easily into the hole.

The crowd lets out a deafening roar, security is doing all they can to hold the gallery outside the ropes. As I turn around there's Tiger, walking straight for me. I have no idea what to say, I almost feel like apologizing. I feel like I have taken the meal from the dragon. He walks up to me and smiles and say "Hey, I guess I can't win em' all huh.

Good round, just don't get used to it, 'cause I'll be back". I cannot believe my ears, I was just congratulated by arguably the best golfer of all time! I can hear the crowd now. "Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie!" Unexpectedly I blink and see my dad standing above me. "Charlie! Charlie!" I was only in the clubhouse for 5 minutes, you must be pretty tired if you fell asleep that fast. Do you still wanna play?" I look at him with sleepy eyes and a grin from ear to ear and say "Yeah I do dad, I've got a good feeling about today's round.".