I didn't do anything spectacular when I won the Open in 2001. I hit the ball good, not great. I putted good, not great, but I think I missed maybe two putts inside eight feet all week.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A couple of weeks before the 1992 Houston Open, I was probably as low as I could get confidence-wise. I didn't think I was going to go any further, and then, out of nowhere, I won that week. That kind of got me going.
I had very low expectations. Honestly, I think I had 11 rounds of golf the entire year in before this tournament, and I had hit balls maybe four or five times.
I did everything I could to win every time I was handed the ball.
I'd like to think I could have and should have won more, but that's not the point. And I was at the point where I was playing great tennis in the mid 80s - the type of tennis people hadn't seen before - and I was very proud of that.
I did a really good job of sticking to the tennis court.
Right before I start the putter back, I think about making solid contact. This brings your attention to the back of the ball and helps keep your head still at impact, which is a must. Many amateurs take a peek down the line too soon, and that can cause all sorts of mis-hits.
I've had plenty of big hits and plenty of big misses.
I spent hours as a kid on the putting green of the local golf course imagining I was sinking a putt to win the Masters.
I won my first medal when I was nine years old. It was at the Boston Open.
The story of the week is you have got to putt well to win the Masters and I haven't putted well.
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