The Bottom Shelf Review

Tournament days feel different
where it really matters
where every shot counts
and the silence feels louder
even the wind is watching.
See it. Believe it. Do it.

It’s just you
standing on the first tee,
club held tight in your hands,
heart beating through your chest,
trying to calm the nerves
while your mind won’t let you be.
See it. Believe it. Do it.

No teammates to help
if you make a mistake
no one to blame
but you
not the club
not the ball
only you.
your palms get sweaty
your swing feels heavier than usual.
with time you learn
pressure is a privilege.
See it. Believe it. Do it.

No one cares
what round it is,
what course you are playing
you play because you love the game
the sound of pure and compressed iron shots,
the soft rip of a glove being undone,
you earn every shot
again and again
out of love.
See it. Believe it. Do it.

One mistake
may follow for many holes
stuck in your head
messing with goals.
But then there’s the quiet
the sounds of birds
distant claps
the breeze through the trees
block out the noise
focus and forget
See it. Believe it. Do it.

One pure shot
exactly how you planned
that crisp contact
the ball cutting clean through the air
exactly how you planned
makes you feel
like the round
is back in your hands.
See it. Believe it. Do it.

The truth is
you’re not playing the course
not other competitors
it’s the thoughts in your head
that show no remorse.
Yet somehow
between swings
there’s peace in the stillness

a breath

you didn’t know you needed.
See it. Believe it. Do it.

The game of golf
more complex than people think
is a mental game
against yourself
where tension and calm
exist at the same time
where your body is tight
but your mind has to be free,
where you
See it. Believe it. Do it.