THE SHORT GAME
“It wasn’t by accident that I learned to play golf
from the green back to the tee”
I came to my first Masters Tournament in 1995 thinking I could putt.
Proud of my hat representing Stanford, where I was completing my
freshman year. I was full of confidence. Like a lot of 20-year-olds,
I had never seen a putt I didn’t like. As a junior and college player,
I could go deep when my putter got hot. I’d had 21 putts for 18 holes
several times, and under pressure it seemed like I never missed.
The length of the putt was irrelevant; I would just get up there and
ban the ball hard into the hole. I was aggressive, confident and had
the touch to back it up.
I was in for a pretty rude awakening that Thursday at Augusta
National; right then, I knew I had a lot to learn. The more I examined
putting, the more fascinating it becomes. I enjoy the process of
altering my stroke a little when it gets out of kilter. I like the
challenge of improving my touch, and the feeling I sometimes get
when I know I can lag a fast, double-breaking 40-footer to within
a foot of the hole – or else hole it.
Edited 5/22/12 by EYEOFTHETIGERmsgee
Edited 5/22/12 by EYEOFTHETIGERmsgee