This weekend seemed to be one putting debacle after another for me. From three-putting from eight feet on the seventeenth at Silver Spring’s Island Course to lose the championship in a Sunday morning two-man tourney, to six three-putts at Hawk’s View’s Como Crossings on Monday.
But, at least I didn’t do this:
I can feel for Charl Schwartzel. We’ve all been there before. Maybe not in the PGA playoffs, but still.