No one on Tour had ever shot 59. I could feel something coming. The week before, I told my son that lowering your hands helps you stay down through the ball, and thought, "Gee, I'm not doing that." I started hitting it great,and also got my putts on a good line.
Sports Illustrated had a cocktail party that night. A gentleman said, "I live near the 14th green. Do you still eat peanut butter sandwiches? Because I make the best peanut butter crackers ever." The next day he showed up with a plate of crackers on the 14th hole, which was my fifth. I'd just missed a 10-foot birdie putt. I ate four or five crackers and went birdie, birdie, birdie, birdie, eagle, birdie, birdie. I was off!
It was like trying to land this big fish on the line. I didn't know what I was shooting, because the worst thing you can do is start counting your numbers. But the gallery sure knew it, and they were behind me. They started yelling, "59! 59! 59!" down the stretch.
I had a 10-foot putt to shoot 59. The grain was heavy. I thought, "Whatever happens, do not hit this putt short!" It just dove straight in. It [the Danny Thomas Memphis Classic] wasn't on TV, though, and footage taken by a local channel was lost in a fire. So to this day, I've never seen film of me making that putt. [Geiberger went on to win the event two days later.]
When we got back to the hotel they raced up to the room to tell my wife I had a 59. She said,"59 what?"