We open up this story with a boy that was know to be a great putter. He was known worldwide to be one of the best but he used a very old and ugly looking putter that no one else would ever use. Everyone around was very envious of him because he was able to make putts and be clutch in pressure moments because of his love for this putter. One day the boy left his golf bag by the clubhouse and went inside to eat lunch. When he came back out to his bag he noticed something was missing and it was his putter. He immediately freaked out and started looking for it. He looked or days and searched for who would of stole his putter but he could not find it. He asked his coach what he should do and he suggested to try out some of the new putters that were just being released. While he liked the new putters they were still not HIS putter. He had a tournament coming up and was nervous about using his new putter. He was nervous for a reason as he putted terrible for the entire tournament. It was the worst he had ever putted and almost got dead last out of everyone. This was extremely crushing for the boy and he fell into a deep depression. Their was nothing that would make him happy or get him out of this funk he was in. The only thing that would help him is if he had his putter back. This continued for a couple weeks until he caught wind that his rival was the one that had stolen his putter. He devised a plan to get his putter back because that was the only way he could be great again. He talked to his rival to see if he could check out the trunk of his car. His rival seemed very sketchy so when he wasn't looking the boy stole his car keys and checked out the back of his trunk. As he was looking around he checked under a blanket in the back corner and underneath was his putter. He was so excited and couldn't believe he found his putter again. He immediately put the putter back in his bag and never let it out of his sight. He was back to being a great putter again and he couldn't be happier.
Author's Note: Their was an elephant that did everything with his friend the dog. The dog was taken away from the elephant by a farmer and would not eat or bathe or do anything without the dog by his side. The elephant keeper was worried so he sent out for the dog and when he came back the elephant went back to his normal ways. This story is slightly adapted as the boy and his putter is the elephant and his dog. When he loses his putter is the same as the elephant losing his dog.
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This is a really interesting story! I love to play golf and know the feeling of only being comfortable with your own clubs. I really like how you changed the original story also. Your version is very creative. Also, good idea to explain the original story in your note. I haven't read this particular story and it is nice to have an idea of where you started in writing your own story.
ReplyDeleteWoah, I read the Jataka tale about the Elephant and His Dog as well! :) I never thought about doing a story on it, but I love how you related it back to golfing because that is your passion and you can probably relate to it! I completely get having certain rituals before a game or having certain items by your side is the only way you feel comfortable in a situation. Your author's note was really well written too, since you explained the original story for people who may not have read that Jataka tale.
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ReplyDeleteGreat analogy here in your author's note. When reading, I didn't understand the connection of the elephant and his dog with the putter, but it is a great idea. Anybody can get to the green in two stokes, but a real alpha male needs to sink some twenty footers to win that money. I'm actually half decent at putting, but always strive for the two putt. Can't wait to see you put on that green jacket in Augusta one day.
Brooks
Hi Blaine! having now read a few of your stories, I can say for certain. You are a sports guy. I think it's interesting that when adapting these stories you make them more relatable to your similar demographic. In this case I was able to relate to the loss of a dog more than a putter, but I don't doubt that many others feel that putter loss more.
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