oh... look at that

I'm famous.

A guy from the Daily Herald was taking pictures at my golf tournament on Thursday.

I'm making a weirdo face, but it was a great chip shot, I remember.

And I got the best score of my life that round! Sweet.

And guess what else. I qualified to play at state! This is the first time we've ever made it.

And guess what else... I got the Academic All State award. I'm psyched.

So now, if you google me, I really am the top result. Wahaha.

Brag, brag, brag. Ok, I'm done now.

goooal.

Hero of the day: Rob Green

Thanks for letting that one through today, buddy.

I guess you could say I'm like Ron.

He wanted the Irish to win the Quidditch World Cup, but he cheers for Viktor Krum from Bulgaria.

I wanted the U. S. to win, but I also cheer for Wayne Rooney from England.

Guess who's excited for the World Cup.

sometimes i just have to talk about golf for a minute

I just got home from an 11 hour golf day.

It was region and I got my personal best. 112 on 18 holes. Got par twice. And I'm totally psyched.

Plus, I got to see "sudden death" between an Alta girl and a Brighton girl. That was intense.

Sam got nicknamed "Little Bear" after Jack Nicklaus by the Lone Peak coach. That was a big moment.

I chipped like a master.

Never touched my driver or my five iron.

I was 18 inches away from a hole in one on hole #6. I love my 3-wood.

Kiki and Cobair's dad looks remarkably like Albert Einstein.

I ate a whole foot long sub.

Oh, and my face? Boom, roasted. That means sunburned.

I felt good about golf today.

This is probably what I looked like when I was telling everyone to hold their applause after I parred hole #12.

Psyche. No one applauded me.

But, if there was a crowd, they would've.