I was at the gas station the other day and signed an autograph for a guy. More people have come up to me and feel like they know me on a first-name basis. I just wish they'd say their name so I can remember them the next time I see them.
I was really proud of my decisions today. On No. 3, I laid up short of a bunker, even though I might have been able to carry it and get up and down for par, then hit a 3-wood on No. 8, instead of trying to smash it with the driver.
I feel like I'm just another golfer and it's like these players are praising me right now. But those guys are the same ones who beat me last week.
The 63 doesn't happen often. Maybe I should have felt a little more pressure and I would have played better.
That's almost bigger than the 63 because the team is more important.
This definitely raises expectation levels. Now I just have to keep it up.
I don't know what to say. The hole looked trash-can size.
