Lots of things were going through my mind. I just hoped, I just hoped that he'd come up.

I thought it was a dolphin. It just nudged my side and I looked around (and saw) just a big white mass.

Jarrod fought it off initially, then it came back again and grabbed his leg and just took him deeper.

I am still shell-shocked, to be honest. I felt in a great frame of mind, hit the ball beautifully on the range and just got off to a bad, bad start. Every minor mistake got punished. That's obviously what Augusta is all about. It bit back in a large way today.

I don't mind a target on my back,

I think about plays and stuff. I kind of run through the game in my mind.