The Orlando Sentinel's Jeremy Fowler files a doozy of a firsthand witness column.
Mediate's shot out of the rough caught me on the bounce, so I should have bounced to the media tent to sell this bad boy on eBay. Could have made a couple of hundred easy.
But there's no use in upsetting old Rocco, who was rolling all day before he reached the 7th.
Yes, my foot symbolized the end of Mediate's run at Woods and the beginning of Woods' quest to break Jack Nicklaus' record of 18 majors and on an injured left knee.
Well, at least he didn't say he smelled like the guy who is cleaning Tiger's pool.