I wasn’t even planning to play the back nine, but I’m really glad I did. On hole 12, I knew the shot felt perfect the moment it left the club. I said, “Oh, be the number,” and watched it fly straight at the flag. It hit the pin and I thought, “No way… so close.” Then my playing partner said, “No, I think it disappeared.”

I ran up to the green—and sure enough, it was in the hole.