noticed that the last few weeks I have been hitting the ball better. Then we talked about the last few days, asking me how I liked New York. He joked with me on how much of a dork I looked on TV. We laughed quite a bit. He said I looked like a deer in the Headlight when the cameras were on me. I just laughed with him. I am sure I was pretty dorky looking on TV. He said he is rested and ready for this next week. I told him I will be there Tuesday Morning. He said he will get there Monday night then check out the course. I told that this sounds good, and I will see him then. Before we hung up, he thanked me for the bonus and the big paycheck. At that point I was almost choking up and ready to cry because I was so happy for him. As tears strolled down my cheek I was able to compose myself so he would not know I was close to losing it. I just said “Hey Buddy You deserve it, if it was not for you, I would have never had a chance." “I appreciate that.," he replied. I told him I will make a commitment to him, that I will work hard and try to get back on the right track with my game and hopefully we will both have some success. After we hung up I felt really good and I am looking forward to this next week and hopefully a good turning point in my career. Ok it is Saturday, my body is so tired. What a last few days! Big win and a whirlwind trip to New York then back here at home. Then the last few days, I seem to have this incredible enthusiasm for golf. I want so bad to go out to the course and hit some balls and play, but my body is so tired, I make a commitment to take it easy. I need to rest my body, eat well and and give my emotions a break. However I do not keep that commitment. I go out to the course again today and I hit a million golf balls on the range. I am having so much fun, I cannot believe it. Every shot I hit I get that thrilling cheer from that voice in the back of my head. That gives me motivation for some reason and makes it fun to hit golf balls again. I also play 18 holes and then go back to the range and hit more balls. I just had a blast. Then I did the same day the next day which was Sunday. I do not understand why I feel this way, but I am having too much fun to worry about it. And the extra practice I am getting seems to be sharpening my game. I am hitting my shots as good as I ever have. Sunday night after another day of practicing and playing, I am exhausted. But exhausted in a good way. I feel like I have a new attitude with my golf game and I cannot wait to see what my future will hold. I am a little worried about this voice in the back of my head. I just assume it is some emotional high from winning the Masters. For now I will deal with it. Besides it seems to give me a newfound enthusiasm for the game. I get my bags packed and get ready to leave for New Orleans in the morning.
Chapter 5: The Next Tournament I wake up early and I get up and fix breakfast. I think about the last few days on how I am so motivated to go to the range and hit practice balls, and play golf. I check the time and it is only 7:00am. My flight is not until 1:00pm today. “What a waste of time being here. I could be at the course," I tell myself. My bags are packed and I am ready to go. I decide to go out to the course and hit some balls at the driving range and leave for the airport from there. I hit balls for hours and enjoying every minute of it. That voice or whatever it may be is cheering me along on every shot. I am having a blast. Before I know it is almost time for my flight. I get in my care and make a run for the Airport. I just barely made my flight. I am on my way to the next tournament. I arrive in New Orleans Monday afternoon for the Zurich Classic of New Orleans. Just a short flight from Orlando. I am curious how things will play out. I know on my two tournament wins that I had a few years ago, it was fun the next tournament because everyone would congratulate me and talk about my win. But I am coming off