Then a couple years later, I was in a tournament and a bee comes over on my hand and stings me out of nowhere,

Honey is sweet! but the bee stings

My hand swelled up so big it couldn't fit my glove, so I had to get a bigger size.

I'm proud that I played solidly throughout the whole round. There were a couple of holes where I didn't feel that comfortable, but I just survived on those holes and I came back.

It's hard to describe the feeling. I feel like it's kind of a wedding.

We're all just playing our own game. I don't see it as a rivalry. We're just trying to play our best.