I was playing the third round of the Texas Open with Ray Floyd and Dave Hill. The weather had not done the greens any favors. The days before the tournament, it had rained and then gotten very hot and humid. The greens had been cut down for the tournament and were very affected by the wet and the humid heat. The grass suffocated from beneath and from above. The few blades of grass that were left were surrounded by crusty dirt. The greens made a crunching sound as we walked over them. And they were fast, really fast.

On a par three on the back side all three of us hit the green beyond the pin to the left. We all basically had the same putt; left to right and definitely down hill. We all looked at the putt and wanted to pass