Column: What did you shoot Shawn?

As I was writing a high school golf story last week, it started to bring back memories of when I decided to join the team before my freshman year in Wyoming.

I had been on a golf course since I could walk, so it was only natural I join the team rather than get thrown around like a rag doll on the football field. I was a little nervous before joining because I would always play decent when I was with my dad or other family members, but I always choked big time when I was in a tournament.

I tried to play as much golf over the summer, but it often took a backseat to me laying in the basement tryi...