After having a level of success I did not believe was possible in the first Creator Classic, my plan for East Lake was to take my chips and stand up from the table as high as I could. The only place to go from there was down. And make no mistake about it, what happened at TPC Sawgrass on that Wednesday was a miracle. The first three months of fathering three children under the age of two were bruuuuuutal on the mind, the body, and obviously the golf game. I had just completely embarrassed myself at the Gasparilla for the second straight year, and it was becoming very clear to me that I had reverted to a very-not-special golfer when I’m not actively working on my game.