This isn't surprising, ... Scott is a very fine golfer, and he hit the shots he had to hit.

I could only hit balls thrown down at my feet.

No other game combines the wonder of nature with the discipline of sport in such carefully planned ways. A great golf course both frees and challenges a golfer's mind.

I've worked with it. I took three putts and hit the first one about 3 inches fat. The second one, I hit it; and I hit the third 15 inches fat. That was it.

I think Scott was kind of waiting to see where I was going to go with it and I was able to flick it by him.

We had a lot of (good) shots, but we changed our shots and couldn't hit them.