What a sick feeling I have right now.
Watching the back nine at Turnberry on Sunday was a cauldron of emotion.
Some good and some completely disgusting.
To watch Tom Watson's complete meltdown was one of the hardest things I have ever watched.
What a great story of hope and perseverance. Until the last eight foot putt on the 72nd hole of the championship.
Watson put no confidence at all into that putt, and consequently, the entire four hole play-off against Stewart Cink.
I have never witnessed such a complete and utter disintegration of a legend before.
It was Watson's week until the end when he handed the thirty-six year old Cink his first major win.
Congratulations to Cink. He definitely earned it.
I'm going to bed.