First win of the season. What changed?
Nothing changed. That's the thing nobody wants to hear. People go looking for the new grip, the new swing thought, the video of a man in Florida explaining the hips, and meanwhile the answer is that life is mostly about standing in the right place when the good thing happens. You can't make the good thing happen. You can only be standing there.
And I was standing there. Every ball I hit came off something and went somewhere better. Tree, cart path, some poor gentleman's bag — it all bounced the right way. That's not skill, that's the universe settling an old account. Gross 50, 19 strokes, net 31. Nine and a half better than my average, which was 40.5 over two rounds, so you can see what kind of accounting we're dealing with.
You did take an 8 on the 6th.
Four over on a par 4, yes. I'm told that's the sort of thing that keeps a man humble. I'd argue it's the sort of thing that keeps a man interesting. If the card had been clean nobody would talk to me at all.
I understand I now qualify for the sandbagger award. I accept it in the spirit in which the league intends it, which is not a kind one.