will have a dramatic effect on my life in the near future.
At home I think about what is going on with this voice in my head. I just write it off as emotional stress from winning my first major. But right now all know, is that I want to play more golf now! It’s almost dark. I go in my small backyard of my condo with a club and make some swings. “Gosh I wish I could hit some more balls," I tell myself. “Shut Up you idiot you have been playing all day," I tell myself. “Great, now I am arguing with myself."
I go back inside and grab a beer and turn on the TV and try to relax. “Ok let's relax. And Man am I hungry!," I tell myself. I plan to grab something out of the fridge in a few minutes. It is 8:30pm. I am sitting on the couch drinking my beer. Thinking about what I am going to eat. Then I notice my putter and ball in the hallway. I always have a putter and a ball there. Often I will practice my putting stroke in the hallway. I have one of those long mats with a ball retriever at the end. I setup the matt and the retriever. I make a putt and it shoots it back to me. I continue to make putts over and over again. I work on my stroke and that little voice in the back of my head is thrilled. I keep putting without stopping. That voice is so happy. And it is making me enjoy every putt. I play games with my putting. If I make this I will win this tournament etc. I am having so much fun for some reason. Finally I lookup and it is 1:00am. “Wow!’, I say to myself as I sit down. I am so confused. “What is going on with me?” I do not understand why I am doing this. I do not understand why I feel like there are two of me. I do not understand this voice in the back of my head. And why it is so enthused with every golf shot. And I do not understand why it is making me have so much fun when I play golf. I know I need to stop but, I still want to putt some more. But finally I get a hold of myself. I drink some water, eat a snack. “I need to get to bed." I tell myself.
I take a shower and I go to bed and I crash. Since I have won the masters last Sunday, I never have any dream when I sleep. But tonight for the first time, I seem to have these strange dreams about living another life. Living a life with a wife and kids, in a small town and working at a normal job. Also I am an amateur golfer who is not very good. But in my dream I love to play golf. They are not strong dreams. I do not really see the faces of the people. But it seems like it is a normal place for me to be and I feel peaceful. I dream of hugging my wife and kids and just not feeling lonely.
Finally I wake up. It is 9:30am. I remember the dream and smile. “Wow that was such peaceful dream” I think to myself. Maybe someday that will happen to me. I lay there in bed thinking about my life. One thing I know about my life is that I have a lonely life. Professional golf can be a great life. However it can be a difficult and lonely life. You travel from town to town. And if you have no family like me. Then you are just flat lonely. If you have a family like a lot of golfers do. Then you are away from them a lot and they feel lonely because they are gone from home so much. I think how nice it would be to have a family and live a normal life. “Oh Well," I tell myself. It is time to get my butt out of bed. I am so hungry. I did not eat hardly anything yesterday. I make some coffee, and cook some breakfast, and have a nice breakfast.
I start thinking about yesterday. “Why was I so excited about playing yesterday?, I ask myself. But then I just stop worrying about it. I start to try to figure out what my plan is the next few days. The last few days has been so crazy, I do not even know what day it is. “Today is Saturday, right?," I think to myself. Then the phone rings and it is my agent Bobby Williams. We chat for awhile he asks how I am doing etc. He says, “OK, you have a golf tournament next week at “Zurich Classic of New Orleans." What day do you
At home I think about what is going on with this voice in my head. I just write it off as emotional stress from winning my first major. But right now all know, is that I want to play more golf now! It’s almost dark. I go in my small backyard of my condo with a club and make some swings. “Gosh I wish I could hit some more balls," I tell myself. “Shut Up you idiot you have been playing all day," I tell myself. “Great, now I am arguing with myself."
I go back inside and grab a beer and turn on the TV and try to relax. “Ok let's relax. And Man am I hungry!," I tell myself. I plan to grab something out of the fridge in a few minutes. It is 8:30pm. I am sitting on the couch drinking my beer. Thinking about what I am going to eat. Then I notice my putter and ball in the hallway. I always have a putter and a ball there. Often I will practice my putting stroke in the hallway. I have one of those long mats with a ball retriever at the end. I setup the matt and the retriever. I make a putt and it shoots it back to me. I continue to make putts over and over again. I work on my stroke and that little voice in the back of my head is thrilled. I keep putting without stopping. That voice is so happy. And it is making me enjoy every putt. I play games with my putting. If I make this I will win this tournament etc. I am having so much fun for some reason. Finally I lookup and it is 1:00am. “Wow!’, I say to myself as I sit down. I am so confused. “What is going on with me?” I do not understand why I am doing this. I do not understand why I feel like there are two of me. I do not understand this voice in the back of my head. And why it is so enthused with every golf shot. And I do not understand why it is making me have so much fun when I play golf. I know I need to stop but, I still want to putt some more. But finally I get a hold of myself. I drink some water, eat a snack. “I need to get to bed." I tell myself.
I take a shower and I go to bed and I crash. Since I have won the masters last Sunday, I never have any dream when I sleep. But tonight for the first time, I seem to have these strange dreams about living another life. Living a life with a wife and kids, in a small town and working at a normal job. Also I am an amateur golfer who is not very good. But in my dream I love to play golf. They are not strong dreams. I do not really see the faces of the people. But it seems like it is a normal place for me to be and I feel peaceful. I dream of hugging my wife and kids and just not feeling lonely.
Finally I wake up. It is 9:30am. I remember the dream and smile. “Wow that was such peaceful dream” I think to myself. Maybe someday that will happen to me. I lay there in bed thinking about my life. One thing I know about my life is that I have a lonely life. Professional golf can be a great life. However it can be a difficult and lonely life. You travel from town to town. And if you have no family like me. Then you are just flat lonely. If you have a family like a lot of golfers do. Then you are away from them a lot and they feel lonely because they are gone from home so much. I think how nice it would be to have a family and live a normal life. “Oh Well," I tell myself. It is time to get my butt out of bed. I am so hungry. I did not eat hardly anything yesterday. I make some coffee, and cook some breakfast, and have a nice breakfast.
I start thinking about yesterday. “Why was I so excited about playing yesterday?, I ask myself. But then I just stop worrying about it. I start to try to figure out what my plan is the next few days. The last few days has been so crazy, I do not even know what day it is. “Today is Saturday, right?," I think to myself. Then the phone rings and it is my agent Bobby Williams. We chat for awhile he asks how I am doing etc. He says, “OK, you have a golf tournament next week at “Zurich Classic of New Orleans." What day do you
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