The air was filled with intensity. Flowing through thousands of bodies waiting for me. I had to make it at least 14 below par to beat my nemesis, Arnold Palmer. I had been on his tail the whole tour. This was going to be my 4th consecutive world title. My iron was tapping my ball as if the club was being impatient; however it was just my adrenaline kicking in, making me shiver like a snowy winter day. Although it wasn't cold at all. It was so beautiful, quiet and relaxing that it was almost like that feeling you get when you look into the ocean.

The pause as everyone held their breath made it so I could hear the splashing of the water filter in the artificial lake beside me. I took a large lung as I whipped my iron in a perfect motion. It was like I was connected with the ball. I held my breath while watching It soar through the sky. People were staring at the ball as if they had spotted a UFO. I let go of the air in my lungs like a balloon knowing it had landed safely onto the green. Now the level of intensity was higher.

The adrenaline was rushing through my body like a fish trying to escape a net. This time I had to be ever so gentle, however ever so precise. The trajectory had to be perfect in order to drown the ball in the hole. I lined up my putt to the ball and took two practice swings. One…. Two…. Then on the third swing I gently let the weight of my club fall onto the face of the ball. Once the club made contact with the ball, my mind went blank. I immediately thought of my family and all the people who I would let down if I didn't make this one shot. My sponsors, friends, family, all let down. I finally reached reality when the ball had made its way past the incline. I had hit it just to the left of the small hill leading to the Pond filled with small fish. In order for the ball to flow in the hole with ease, I would need some sort of breeze to push the ball towards the hole. With the luck of god, It had flowed into the hole like I had dreamt since I was four years old.

All my friends and family screamed in excitement and joy. I slammed my club on the floor and ran to my caddie and gave him a hug. I was awarded with my 4th world title trophy. I held it high letting the crowd know that I was number one. I am the champion of the world and that all my hard work has paid off. My sponsors congratulated me with my own signature club that I had always imagined. The feeling of accomplishment was my favorite part of it all. Knowing that people look up to me as a professional golfer and world titlist. That was the best day of my life.

I was on top of the world. The taste of glory tasted better than any five course meal that I had ever eaten. The trophy was larger than my four year old son. Pure solid metal with a silver golf club on the top. I could see my reflection in the newly freshly polished metal that I didn't even want to touch, thinking it was going to fade away. I never wanted that moment to end. To this day, when I close my eyes I see my reflection in the metal just as clear as on the day I had won the 1974 World Golf Title.