It was a perfect number. It was further right in the air than I wanted, but I wasn't worried at all.

All of sudden, you're tied again. I figured I had to make a putt because Greg hadn't missed a shot virtually all day. I don't know what happened.

I felt pressure coming to the last hole. All I was looking for was a par. But the way I hit the shot, it was a boost of confidence.

They're a real good team. Right now, it looks like Owatonna and Dakota are the teams to beat in the league.

I'll tell you what I love. Sending back bottles of wine that aren't right in restaurants in France! Whoa! I love the French, but I do find their wine snobbery something unbearable.

I get a kick out of watching a team defense me. A player moves two steps in one direction and I hit it two steps the other way. It goes right by his glove and I laugh.