The shot I hit into seven, it was a nice little draw 8-iron that almost went in. I hit a cut 4-iron into eight that almost flew off the pin. I almost flew it in the hole on 10. I just knew I was dialed in pretty good.

It was only a five-iron. It wasn't a three-iron or two-iron. I hit the shot exactly how I pictured it. The wind switched on us. It ended up being a good eagle.

Having her take that last shot was really almost poetic. I just wish she would have hit it.

Didn't hit enough fairways, that was the bottom line all week really,

There was a guy standing near the green with a red sweater, and I said I was going to hit at that guy with a little draw. I was telling some of the guys over there that there was a glare from the sun, and I couldn't see it. You could just hear it. I didn't know if it hit the pin or went long or what. And then, obviously, the crowd let me know what was going on.

My wedge game and putting was what killed me. When you hit 13 of 14 fairways and shoot 78, your wedge and putting is not very good.