It
Loomed
In
Front
Of
Me, teasing me each time I looked from a dissimilar angle.
My options
Evaluated I felt as if
I it spat in
Each time NIKE 4 my face.
Here I was, Masters.
One putt for the
Away from One putt
Eternal glory,
I would tell myself that it was the right line.
Yet my muscles w- ould not comply.
People may say go- lf is a sport where one,
Fights the environ- ment. However, they are
Wrong, because to conquer the environment,
One must conquer their mind. That is what makes golf one of a kind. Again I would step back to correct my misjudgement. My caddie would offer:
My advice sir, I believe
Offer you the putt breaks
Could about a
I ball to
“If the right”
I could long.
Not trust day
Him I all
Thought, wrong
He been
Has
The crowd was silenced, transfixed awaiting my very n
s Star trance, e
o Struck. in a x
u As if t
nded as Move.
droplets 0 “Drip..
fell from 0 Drip..
my 0 Drip..”
fore- My sweat
head below.
and ground
struck the
In the
Dist-
Ance,
I saw
The
Historic green jacket being brought to
The final green awaiting a new bearer.
Was overcome,
Sight I by an
That immense boost
With NIKE 4 of confidence.
As I on my final stroke.
Gripped my and bared down
Putter I longer nervous
Was no
Everywhere around me. With “plop” of the ball
From Jonathan Hack falling
Were heard 2012 Masters into
Of spectators Champ the hole,
The cries I was
Target, filled
Intended with joy.
To my For the
Directly First
Proceeded time in
As the ball my life.
I had done it.
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