Liz LaVerghetta
Every Saturday morning at 7am, I remember getting out of my dad’s car and looking through the dim, dewy mist that shrouded MGA Links’ clubhouse at the shapes huddled around the practice green for our weekly First Tee clinic, thinking to myself “let’s go out and show the boys how it’s done.” I was unafraid of judgment and criticism back then when I was 10 years old—wish I had that same level of innocent fearlessness now!
I became interested in playing golf before it was really popular among kids my age, before the great programs that we have around now (like GIGL) were specifically established for the benefit of bringing young girls together over a sport that can be very individualistic, and, quite frankly, patriarchal. I grew up playing with only boys and was taught by only male instructors and coaches; however, this never fazed me, because it was all that I had ever known. Through the First Tee program at MGA Links (now the Links at MassGolf), I forged some incredible friendships that shaped my play and mental outlook, challenging me to hone my skills and progress in the game as a junior competitor. After I had been playing golf for a few years, I eventually began participating in WGAM sponsored events and met one of my closest childhood friends at MGA…who happened to be a girl! Finally, I was able to share the game with someone who would more deeply understand my experiences, but I must admit that I was still used to playing with the boys and relished the opportunity to regularly compete against them.
In high school, where I played on the Norton High men’s varsity team, the boys on my team proved to be some of my best allies and friends, having my back if opposing players were giving me a hard time and always offering advice if I asked and encouragement. Once they saw that I could play with them (many of whom I grew up playing with at MGA), they no longer saw me as just a girl on their team, but, rather, accepted me as a golfer who could meaningfully contribute to the cause. My male opponents, however, would often express that it was a lose/lose situation for them, claiming that even if they did win, they only won against a girl. Other high school coaches always seemed to champion girls who put up with playing on opposing men’s teams, yet the real kicker was that some of those same coaches intentionally moved the tournament tees back one (or two) tee boxes so that I (along with any other girls involved in the matches) was forced to play from the regular men’s or even longer tees at times. Situations such as these merely fueled my fire to get better and win (detrimentally so in hindsight). Between this motivation to consistently play well and my desire to keep up with the boys (distance-wise—something that proved terribly futile as the boys on my team hit puberty and essentially gained 6 inches on me overnight), my game definitely hit a rough patch as I went into my junior and senior years; I was crippled with anxiety, swinging out of my shoes, and getting inside my own head about every shot. I desperately needed to slow everything down, return to the basics, and remember why I loved the game in the first place.
In retrospect, largely playing with boys during my junior golf and high school careers gave me a competitive edge that both helped me and hindered me. At one end, it instilled a mental toughness in me, but, on the other hand, it messed with my game, to put it plainly. Leaving high school, golf didn’t seem fun to me anymore, but I already committed to play collegiately at Bates College (#GoBobcats!), a small liberal arts college in Lewiston, Maine, so I tried clearing my head going into the summer and hoped that a change of scenery in college would do wonders.
My college golf experience couldn’t have been more different than my high school experience. Although I loved playing on the men’s team in high school and essentially “being one of the guys,” I came to find that the comradery that one fosters with teammates on a women’s team is unmatched. At Bates, I played on an exclusively women’s team, which was an extremely close-knit group of girls who shared a realistic passion for the game. I practiced with members of the men’s team quite often as well, but it was certainly nice to have a few more girls hit from the next tee box up with me. Our season was relatively short, but undoubtedly intense from September to mid-November. We practiced every day after class, coordinating with each other in order to carpool to our home course, Martindale CC, which was roughly 15 minutes away from campus, and traveled across New England for multi-day matches nearly every weekend.
Looking back at my college golf career, my schedule seemed relatively tame and predictable compared what I have heard about D2 and D1 programs. We never had morning lifting sessions before class, were able to opt out of practice if we felt overwhelmed with academic commitments or had another reasonable excuse, and were led by an understanding, compassionate Maine Hall of Fame coach with over 45 years of experience at Bates. As captain of the women’s team during my junior and senior years, I wish that I had implemented a bit more structure into our practices, rather than simply hitting balls at the range or playing as many holes as we could squeeze in before dark, and established team lifting sessions at the campus gym that was quite literally a 30 second walk from our dorms—food for thought for those of you who intend to play D3 golf and are looking to possibly contribute some new ideas to the team!
Playing D3 college golf afforded a tremendous level of balance; academics always came first, although I would be remiss if I didn’t admit that golf still wasn’t a demanding component of my schedule. Lab group meetings, exams, and thesis work often fell to second priority when my team had weekend matches. A juggling act was certainly necessary during the week in order to keep up with daily classes, coursework, and social engagements.
Some takeaways from my college: Play hard, study harder, and don’t be afraid to ask for help. If you feel as though you need to take a step back to reassess and reorder academic priorities over athletic responsibilities, do it. Talk to your coaches and come up with a game plan that makes you feel comfortable.
I would be lying if I claimed that I still don’t get frustrated or upset with my play sometimes, but I have learned to shake off this negative energy a bit better, give myself a hole to mope and/or pout if necessary, and then channel my focus into the next hole and move on with a smile on my face…because golf is supposed to be fun, right?! The answer is YES, above all else. Nowadays, I love playing casually with family, friends, and old teammates—and my game has never been better! I am looking to play in a few tournaments next season, but, for now, I am savoring a stress-free playing environment. One of the reasons why I have always loved this game is that it is a lifelong sport, representing a constant uphill battle and continuous pursuit of improving oneself. Golf—as with life—should be taken one shot—one day—at a time, where every hole can be imagined as a mini competition against yourself with the end goal of emerging better than before—just promise not to take yourself too seriously 😉