Unfaithful lover of the links

I have been trying for quite some time to come up with a good explanation about how I feel about the game of golf. This weekend the words may have come to me. I am going to attempt to explain it like this.

Golf is a beautiful girl. You met her and you guys just hit it off so well. You went on a date and got ice cream and laughed into the moonlight and you realized that you want to hang out with her all the time. Things are going well.

It's a lot like that with golf. You can go out on a beautiful day and hit a round that you talk about well into the week. Every shot feels good and you stand in awe as your drives soar down the middle of the fairway and your putts fall into the hole with satisfying ease! You want to see these links everyday.

Then tragedy strikes. Just when you think you have the girl of your dreams in your arms you come around the corner at school and see her making out with your best friend. Betrayed. That is how she makes you feel. What hurts most is all that you can think about is the laughter you shared and the fond memories you can created.

That is golf. You had a great round and hit the ball like a pro. You visit the course the next weekend with a renewed vigor and an appreciation. Then you pound your first drive a mile right of the fairway into the Amazon rain forrest and that's when you realize: golf is cheating on you with your best friend.

Leaving home

The time has flown by and my stay at home has come to an end. Time to get back to school and work. This has been one of the best months I have ever had. I have learned so much about myself and what I want to do. I got so involved with a community the short time I was here covering Little League, that it made me realize that this is what it is all about.

Most aren't going to be professional but every kid has the chance to play the same games and dream like they will be one day, and that is the most rewarding thing I think a job at a community newspaper can bring.

I can't wait to start there. Eventually I will want to cover big sports and that excitement that comes with being in sold-out stadiums with screaming fans, but there is so much to be said for watching parents cheer on their kids, foul ball or home run.

I am going to miss you Sierra Vista. Monsoons, cool evenings, and summer ball games with the family. Life doesn't get a whole lot better than that.

Going downhill

I just came across one of the most ludicrous articles I have ever read.

http://www.myfoxcleveland.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail;jsessionid=D2D5C20A057CD2FE8AB0564737F27F6D?contentId=6856475&version=8&locale=EN-US&layoutCode=TSTY&pageId=1.1.1&sflg=1

Apparently a Little League organization in Ohio cancelled an All-Star team because of a letter written stating that it was humiliating to the kids who weren't good enough to be selected to the All-Star team. What?

So kids shouldn't be rewarded for being skilled at the sport because it might make the fat kid jealous? I am sorry, but this is where we are becoming so soft it's disgusting. What is more disappointing, a kid who has fun all season but quite honestly isn't very good so he doesn't make the All-Star team, or a talented young ballplayer who has worked hard every day and loves to play the game but can't have a postseason because the kids who aren't really good, probably because they are too lazy to try, will be hurt? I am going with the latter.

I spent the last week covering Little League for a small community team and it was the time of these kids' lives. They got better and had a ton of fun along the way. They deserved it! They played hard and they wanted to get better. What are we coming to where you would take that away from a kid. Ridiculous!