Practice makes perfect
... a beautiful house located on a magnificent golf course. Our home was placed adjacent to the putting green of the 9th hole. I had never really been interested in golf before, I was always more of a soccer and softball type of athlete. I thought of golf as a sport retired old men played. I assumed a golf course was no place for women. During the summer days I would lie on the hammock that was located in my backyard. I would watch men and women of all ages try their hand at golf. The game looked fairly simple, but I discovered quickly it was the most challenging of the sports I had ever attempted to play. I started out by just going to the driving range and working on my swing, and learning the basics of the game. I assumed the further I could drive a ball off the tee the better golfer I would become. So for about 6-months I just practiced my drive, and the thought of a wedge or putter just seemed too easy and pointless. One day while out on the range, a friend of mine was playing a 9-hole game of golf. He asked me to join him and I accepted. I held my head high as I walked to the tee of hole number one. I had practiced my drive so well, that I knew I would empress anyone who had the opportunity to play with me. As we walked to where my ball had landed I was forced to use my putter. Without practicing my short game, it was as if the hole and the ball had disagreeing magnets inside. Making the ball in was almost impossible. Well as anyone would imagine the game was a complete disaster from there all the way to hole number 9. I was more embarrassed at the end of that game then I had ever been in my life. The very next morning, I woke up extra early and went to the driving range to practice my short game. As I stood there with my putter attempting to make the ball in one of the f...