Club championship semi-final. If I win, I’m in the finals…
It took me almost six weeks to get my match played with Mr. 62, the guy I watched shoot the course record at my home course.
We had a great match and I played very well. We matched birdies three times on the front (the back nine) and ended up even after nine holes.
On the back (the front nine), 62 birdied the first hole to my par and I’m one down. Then I go bogey-bogey, which isn’t going to get it done against a player of this level. He makes pars and all the sudden I’m only two over par yet I’m three down.
I couldn’t overcome that deficit, despite lipping out for several birdies for the next few holes.
He closed me out with three holes to play.
I played really well. I didn’t gag. I was only two over in very high winds on a tough course. He was -1 when he finished me off.
So I dejectedly put my tail between my legs and limp home. There’s always next year.
2007 PGA Championship Day One