As a senior at Wake majoring in theater, Dowd played Juliet in the Shakespeare hit, and Webb squirmed when she went to kiss her stage Romeo. "She convinced me it was acting," Webb said. In Sunday's late light, when Watson holed his winning putt, Dowd clapped enthusiastically. That's not acting. That's class. Later, she cried in her husband's arms and said, "Shouldn't I be consoling you?"
Last month in Savannah, Dowd shot her first movie, an independent flick called Crackerjack, playing, she said, "a streetwalker who dresses like Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly" and finds her way before the closing credits. Webb was on her set in southern Georgia, and she was on his in southern Louisiana.
Crossing the parking lot on Sunday, mid-round, the golfer saw his wife and said, "There she is!" Dowd liked what she saw. "He looked focused, at peace and under control," she said.
He most likely was. But when you're playing a guy who can reach a par-5 with a 200-plus-yard shot from a trap with a seven-iron, what can you do? David never had to play Bubba straight up.
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