Okay.

So they were over at Dillard's house where I was staying for the event, the BMW, right there outside of Greenville, South Carolina.

Jay asked me what I was up to.

I'm like, "I'm still trying to play." This is, I think, 2001.

I said, "I'm starting to help people with their short games." He's like, "Oh, I putted terrible today.

Give me...

Come on, let's go, uh, let's go out and let me make a stroke." We went around the barn, grabbed some 6-iron out.

Mm-hmm.