Golf

I used to hate golf, watching it or playing it.  I’m the kind of person to not bash on something if I haven’t done it, so I decided to try it one day with my friends during my freshman year of high school.  Boy was it a treat, I took about 10 shots on every hole and I think I ended up shooting an 82.  Which if you didn’t know is a god awful golf score.  I had fun but I didn’t think I would ever try again because I hate losing.  The next time I went I started to get a feel for it and a shot a little better, 72. Still an awful score, but I realized the more I do it the better I get.  When I first started my drives went far, but they also sliced.  If you don’t know what a slice is, it’s when your club head outs spin on the ball going away from your body.  I could hit the ball 200yrds but it would go 50 yards right, which defeats the purpose.  So I learned to play my slice and I could get the ball in the middle of the fairway.  My sophomore year I went 6 times throughout the summer and kept improving.  My junior year wasn’t much better than my sophomore year but I started to get my short game down, using my irons and wedges.  My best score my junior year was a 52, which isn’t terrible but it’s still bad.  My first time my senior year I developed a love for the game, my first tee shot I aimed way left like I used to and smashed the ball straight as an arrow.  I teed up again and aimed down the center of the fairway and drove the ball just like the first time.  I finally cured my slice and felt like I could do anything.  This last year I shot my best game ever with a 39.  There are still something’s I can work on, my drives are 250yrds every time down the center of the fairway; my chips are on some days but off on others.  My biggest problem is putting; I am the worst putter in the history of golf.  I’ll miss a putt from 2 feet away, and I don’t know what the problem is.