I was driving in my car from the Jersey shore after playing a round on golf that Sunday morning - listening to the broadcast on the radio. For what it is worth, I enjoy listening to golf. In nay event, from the moment Jean stepped onto the 18th tee with a driver, Curtis Strange was beside himself - could not believe what was happening. Listening to the shot by shot meltdown on the radio was amazing - Strange's disbelief at what was happening in front of him was palpable. As a matter of fact, I seem to recall Strange saying on the radio it was the dumbest thing he had ever seen, or something close to that.
Whatever, Jean might have said in retrospect, neither he nor his caddy were thinking clearly. I am sure his mind was racing at a time that he should have slowed everything down. I think it just proves how difficult it is to control one's thoughts in the most critical of times. In his mind he was seeing his name being etched on the Claret Jug, when he should have been thinking of getting a sure bogey, possible par. It might not be life and death, but who among us does not have great regrets that could have been avoided with clear thinking. This was a career/live altering moment, that was lost forever.