"[Imagine yourself in this scenario: Your partner drives it 310 yards in the fairway, leaving a perfect angle to the flag. Having not hit a full iron shot for two holes, you double-cross it and put him in some bilious bottle dungeon on the left, from where he hits a buried alive, Siegfried and Roy, can't ever be duplicated, miracle pitch to six feet for a potential halve. How badly do you want to make that putt?] I've been on both sides of that equation, ... I've left my partners hanging out to dry, and it's an awful feeling. You're trying as hard as you can and you just can't make it happen. Without fail, it comes down to the crucial shot, and you're not the one playing well and you end up tanking your partner. It doesn't feel much worse than that."