Saturday Donald Tan

I take a deep breath to steel my nerves. I ponder for a second how ridiculous it is that a small white ball has such a profound affect on me, the man with a long metal club. “The hell with it” I finally think as I strain every muscle in my body to beat the small white ball with my driver, while simultaneously making sure my wrist does not twist, my hips sway, or knees bend. PING! The ball becomes a small white speck in the blue, riding the winds to finally rest on the soft green of the fairway. 280 yards- I could’ve done better, I think to myself.

I close my eyes.

The ball is hiked to me and I scan the field for open receivers. All I see is a mammoth tearing his way through my defense line with fire in his eyes and vengeance in his heart. Panicked I begin to backpedal, searching frantically for a receiver. No one. “It’s time to be a man” I think to myself. I sprint towards the mammoth at full speed, intending to somehow dive over him or something of the likes. The mammoth grabs me…

My eyes are closed.

Sweat drips down over my eyes. The roar of thirty thousand people pounds in my ears. I stand at the line that I am so familiar with. I stare at the hoop, my best friend, my worst enemy. “I am not afraid” is my mantra, creating a...