Man, this week I felt like you, 1980 version. Didn't have a three-putt. Gosh, I darn near made everything I looked at. Shot 67 on Friday and 70 on Saturday, so after three rounds I'm leading at 13 under, two ahead of McCullough and Nelson. I shanked a bunker shot on 18 on Saturday, and all night I'm wondering if that's going to rattle me come Sunday. Carefree, Arizona—yeah, right.
I don't watch much golf on TV, but I watched Tiger win the Masters and was really impressed by his intensity, the way he is so committed to every shot he plays. I thought about that for the last round. Even thought about wearing a red shirt.
So we went out on Sunday, McCullough, Nelson and me. Pretty good gallery, considering the fans have to ride a bus for more than 20 miles from the parking areas to the course. Curtis and Judy Rankin and Mike Tirico—the gang from ABC—were there. It felt like a pretty big deal, at least to me. It felt like a major.
I won't bore you with all the details, but I made a birdie on number 1 and never looked back. I went out in 33. Came home in 29. Little 62.I know what you're thinking. The course was not easy. Yes, I shot 23 under. But McCullough was next, at 14. Now I have two Senior majors.
You going to try to qualify for the U.S. Open? I like Southern Hills and I'm from Oklahoma so I think I'll try. I understand your hankering. You want to see how your golf measures up against the best players in the game, not a bunch of 50-plus windbags. I just don't think the week of one of our majors is the week to do it.
Hey, how'd you make out at Hilton Head? I looked for your name in the agate type in the Saturday paper, but didn't see it. That cut business is brutal, in my opinion. I'm guessing you love it.