25 -- D-Steve

This blog could be about anything, and I choose golf. The game of golf is old as dirt. More specifically, it is about eight centuries old, first developed in the hinterlands of Scotland. From these grassy dunes the game we know as golf first sprang. It was there, in Scotland, that the first full golf course was established: St. Andrew's. These oceanside links set the precedents for golf: 18 holes, a cup 4.25" in diameter, and the rich canon of rules and etiquette that accompanies the game. I first picked up the game roughly eight centuries later, at the tender age of five or six years. My father took me to the local links, and he teed up my ball in the center of the fairway, only 150 yards from the green. My first club was a sawed-off seven iron, which I still have today. It is because of my father and grandfather that I play golf; through the game I continue a family tradition. Ever since seventh grade, my game has improved continually. I attribute this development to my physical maturation and the increased practice with which I have honed my game in recent years. My years on the golf team—four so far—have given me a close set of friends and experiences I will never forget. For these reasons, the game of golf holds a special place in my heart, and always will.