My putter just went south toward the end of the round. I just had no touch, no feel. I couldn't hit it well enough to get away with anything. I'm not going to hang myself. It was a difficult day.

My whole game hasn't been sharp this year, but this week it was. I had a very good ball-striking week.

I wore visors when they were in vogue -- and I wasn't so thin on top.

I kind of fell asleep on the second shot. The green is about the size of Texas and I still managed to miss it. Then, I fell in love with the line on my putt (from 8 feet), but forgot about the speed.

Each day, I felt like a left a few (strokes) out there. But today, I made the putts I needed to make, both the short ones and the ones that really made this round complete.

The only crazy drive I hit all day was on eight, but I still managed to save my par. I was pretty sharp out there today.