Well that was fun!

Yeah boy! I won my first tournament of the year this weekend and took down Advanced Masters at the Earlewood Classic in Columbia, SC. It was a tough battle, but I did it! I'm obviously happy that I won but even happier with how I won it.

After starting the day with an ugly 62 (+2) in round 1, I remembered how to golf in round 2 and jumped from 9th to 2nd with a smoking 997-rated 51 (-9)! I continued my steady play in round 3 and held a two-stroke lead going into the last round.

My last round did not start too well and I went 3, 4, 4 -- definitely not good scores on a course where you need to birdie every hole possible. With my lead now gone, I got some luck on our fourth hole and avoided taking my third 4 in a row. My disc flew directly over the basket and skidded to a stop half in the stream and half on land. I saved a 3, moved on, and worked on slowly regaining my lead.

Chad and David pushed me to the end making good drives and putts, but both had trouble on one of the last holes and I breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs Killer B has come up to watch the last round and was my official scorekeeper and cheerleader. She knows that I don't like knowing scores, so found ways to keep me motivated and under control without making me think too much. "Uh, you need to get some birdies, dear," was all I needed to hear to know that I was in danger of losing.

Later that night I was thinking about the tournament and how I didn't let my horrible first round do me in. I am pretty proud of that because in the past, I would have dwelled on it and just made things worse. All those sports cliches you hear pro athletes say are true. You just have to keep pushing forward, forget about the last shot, and play your game.

• Results

This win was also satisfying because for the past several months I have been in a good old-fashioned slump. My putting had gone on vacation and everything I tried to get it back didn't work. I knew something was wrong but just couldn't figure it out and even though I practiced almost every day the last few weeks, it just seemed to get worse.

On Friday afternoon the day before the tourney, I went out to the putting area at the store and tried again. Nothing but misses left, right, over, and under. "Forget it," I said. "I'm hopeless." I went back into the shop and started to close for the day. Something in the back of my head was still nagging me though, telling me not to quit and figure the damn problem out. So I grabbed my putters again and returned to the practice basket.

I stood there for a minute or two and went over in my head what was feeling awkward about my putt. Then it hit me -- my left foot was too wide and my leg was getting in the way of my arm motion. I moved my foot back so that it was almost directly behind my right foot and bam! That was it! Everything started to go in. I was pumped that I finally figured it out!