I am against making golf courses obsolete, going to the national Open and playing half the holes with a one-iron.

On the Old Course at St. Andrews: This is the origin of the game, golf in its purest form, and it's still played that way on a course seemingly untouched by time. Every time I play here, it reminds me that this is still a game.

I still enjoy what I do. I haven't been playing much golf and none since I dislocated my shoulder, but I come to the office every day.

I stopped playing in the Masters in 2004, I stopped playing in the Par-3 [Contest], and now it's time to end this part of my Masters career. I would love to go on doing it forever, but I don't have the physical capability to hit the shot the way I would want to hit it. So I'll have to be content to watch.

You can describe my round as having moments of ecstasy and stark raving terror. I looked like I knew what I was doing at times and at other times I looked like a twenty handicap player.

I had a system, and the system worked.

Golf never ceases to be a challenge, even when it really is just you and the ball out there and nobody else.