There I stood in the fairway of the first playoff hole at Carolina Trace Country Club, waiting to hit the best shot of my career. Knowing my dreams of a state championship title would be decided in the next five minutes, I waited for my opponent to strike his approach shot to the green. I had been nervous before but never quite like this. My heart was pounding as I watched his ball fly towards the green. The road to the state championship began on that Saturday, the day before the playoff. It was a thirty-six hole tournament and eighteen holes would be played on both Saturday and Sunday. My round on Saturday went extremely well, I would rank it in my top five best competitive rounds ever. I fired a sixty-eight on one of the most demanding courses I have ever played. This round of four under-par gave myself a cozy three shot lead going into Sunday. Once I holed the last putt, I felt on top of the world. Everyone in Sanford was saying “Patrick Cover is running away with it, nobody will be able to catch him.” Not only were my fellow competitors talking about my round. Social media was blowing up from my friends and supporters back home. Before I even got the chance to tweet about my round, my school’s athletic department tweeted the news. Everyone back in Lake Norman knew about it after that. It was awesome to be recognized by so many people but with that recognition came a great deal of pressure. Everyone was making it seem like I had already won the tournament but these people were foolish. If you have ever watched golf before, you know that anybody can beat anybody, on any given day. I didn't sleep too well that night, I had so many thoughts going through my head. I didn't want to let down my school, my town, my coaches, and most importantly myself. The only sense of comfort I had that night was provided by my team. With them by my side, I could relax a little bit and take some pressure off myself. It all went by so fast, t