I figured if I could birdie 17 and 18 and post a number I would at least have some kind of a chance.

Quite frankly, I shouldn't have even been in the playoff. I figured the guys would probably get to at least 12 or 13 [under] and I wasn't putting very good at all.

Once I got to the 11th green, I saw D.T. had made birdie at 10 and 11 and drew within one. I told Steve (Williams) that I needed to bury this putt and see if we can get some kind of cushion.

I had to go for it and try to go for a birdie or, best part, eagle, ... Then he puts the ball on the green on 17 and it was over.

As golfers, we rationalize everything. You hit a bad shot and think, 'I can make birdie from there.' That's how you're supposed to think. You should always try and look at the glass as half full. But any time your parents aren't doing well and their health isn't where it could be and you think it should be, it's always tough. Everyone has to deal with that at some point in time in their life and unfortunately, right now it's our time.

Funky just basically took over. The last hole and I had a four-iron in my hand and I figured I could make four from there, but I just didn't do it.