Bill Haas stood on the fringe of the 18th green at East Lake, long putter in hand, sizing up his options. His ball sat 50 feet from the hole, and treachery awaited at every turn. Too much juice and the ball would skid down a shelf and off the front edge of the green. Not enough, and he was looking at another long putt just to save par.
So what did he do? Just sent a curling beauty right along the edge of disaster to within four feet of the cup. No problem at all, right? Haas may not be a golf immortal, but he did what we all should do: came up huge at precisely the right moment.
- Bill Haas