Friendly Competition

I'm not a bragger, nor do I like to call attention to myself. But I am making an exception today. Because for the first time in all my years I took first place in a game of putt-putt. Finally, I wasn't the close second or bottom of the bucket in 4th. There have even been those times where I have a strong lead and by mid-game my putts are so terrible that I am scrambling to stay away from last place. I get so focused on coming out at the top of the score card that my game suffers, which is the competitor in me coming out.

So on Sunday, relaxed and feeling peaceful, I took on the turf grass with my parents and Pete. This particular game kept me bouncing between first and second (against Pete, might I add) the entire time. Our friendly competition carried out from hole to hole as our scores would tie, rise and, fall. There were  moments of goading as we tried to break the other's concentration or throw game off. But, with a one- point lead at the second to last hole, I knew I had to keep my calm or let Pete out putt me. Calm as a cucumber I lined my ball up, measured my putter next to it and swung. With that hole-in-one on hole 17, I secured my win. And oh did it feel great! After five different games of putt-putt over the course of our relationship, I finally took him down, to his dismay. Happily, the bragging rights are now mine, and I'm basking in them for the time being. I don't know how I pulled it off, but I did. And it was glorious!