Growing up watching The International and then coming out here, I thought about all those times I pretended that I needed a 20- or 30-footer to win.
Sunday, I had that chance. I wish I would have made it. I really wish I would have won at Castle Pines.
This tournament is a big deal for me. It’s going to hurt more than when I lost in a playoff at Atlanta, because this is one of the tournaments I want to win. It’s one of the tournaments that would mean the most to me.
And you know what? It was there. I’m the one who lost it.
I’m going to have to sit down and figure out what the heck happened. I’m not sure. On the front nine of that final round, I just had a complete meltdown. Everything I did was wrong.
It started with the second hole. I hit what I thought was a perfect shot, and it didn’t even get to the front edge of the green. I didn’t even hit the green from 138 yards. I wondered what in the world was going on.
A lot of weird things happened. But I never should have put myself in those positions. None of that should have mattered. That’s frustrating. I take away from this that for the tournament as a whole, I played well. But I didn’t get it done.
If somebody would have said before the week started that I would finish second at The International, I would have said that’s great.
But considering I really had it in my hand, and I had a pretty firm grasp on it, and then to do what I did, that’s frustrating.
I really don’t think I was choking down the stretch. I just lost my rhythm. I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I wasn’t nervous. I was having fun. I guess I just kind of hit the wall.
Family and friends were screaming every hole. They kind of kept me going when I was going bad. I’ll never forget that.
