Golf

I like Golf. I like to watch real Golf on TV. I like to play miniature Golf. My brother likes to play real Golf. In fact, he is very good. When I was a kid, he took me out on a course and gave me a 7-iron. I shot a 59 on the first hole, and a 37 on the 2nd. I got better, but I gave up. It was not my game. But, I love to watch it on TV. It can actually get quite exciting. Not like a football game, but the idea of one guy getting stressed is fun. I can relate. When I was in Ft. Worth, my Communications teacher invited me over to her house many times. I would have dinner with her family, or just hang out. She had a high-school aged son who was never home. I would usually see him in passing, as he was headed out to hit golf balls. It used to embarrass his mother for him to leave. Or else, we would be having dinner, and he would be squirming in his chair, wanting to go hit golf balls. Upon graduating from high school, he went to the University of Texas and did very well with Golf. He entered the PGA and won several tournaments including the PGA, Buick, Bob Hope, and came in 2nd at the US Open. His name is Mark Brooks. He doesn't play much anymore, but sometimes you'll see his name on a roster. Another example of how you need to follow your dreams.