Luckily we found a radio station from LA while we were out on the road near Barstow and were able to listen to the playoff commentary hole-by-hole. Part of my thinking about not staying was that instead of crowds being scattered around the course watching everyone and slowly congregating back at #18 I figured that everyone would either follow Tiger and Rocco around (the all-powerful amoeba devouring everything in its path) or everyone would camp at #18 like the previous day. The big difference is that there was only one group. So I decided against the crowds. I sure didn't expect the outcome of that 18 hole playoff to be a tie!
The tee for #7 is right next to the green at #18, and the tee for #8 is next to the green for #7. Once off of #8 the tee for #18 is right there, so that is why those 3 holes were chosen for the sudden-death holes. But as you know Tiger won it on the first hole; I felt sorry for Rocco. So close, so far. Might not get another chance. Tiger definetely will. We listened to that final hole on the road from Las Vegas to Mesquite.
The rest of the trip was keeping the kids from killing each other and us from falling asleep. I do think that I want to do this again; maybe in 2 years at Pebble Beach both Leslie and I can volunteer together!
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