"That's O.K.," Zoeller replied, "I'm not sure I have a tie."
There was one special moment when Beverly, Fuzzy's sister, presented him with a gift from the family, the flag from the second hole where he'd made the 68-foot birdie putt in the playoff with Greg Norman. That putt broke Norman like a dry twig, and it's difficult to understand how it went in. Several times it appeared to stop rolling, but it kept going, until, as if someone were guiding it in, the bail dropped. Maybe it was the collective will of the New Albanites and the others around the world whom Zoeller has touched, that made the putt fall. Taking the flag, Zoeller was choked up for a moment. Then he gave Beverly a hug. She had been the golfer in the family, but she gave it up to get married and raise a family.
Finally it was Fuzzy's turn to speak. As always, he was short and direct. He looked out at the smiling faces and told them how they all had won the Open, how he had thought of them even as he was playing. Said Fuzzy, "In the playoff, I was clicking my heels along about the fourth hole. Like Dorothy, I wished I could go home."