You hear stories about me beating my brains out practicing, but the truth is, I was enjoying myself. I couldn't wait to get up in the morning so I could hit balls. I'd be at the practice tee at the crack of dawn, hit balls for a few hours, then take a break and get right back to it. And I still thoroughly enjoy it. When I'm hitting the ball where I want, hard and crisply - when anyone is - it's a joy that very few people experience.

Why that would be like challenging Bing Crosby to a singing contest,wouldn't it

Golf is not a game of good shots. It's a game of bad shots.

I don't like the glamour. I just like the game.

I could not wait for the sun to come up the next morning so that I could get out on the course again.

If we could have just screwed another head on his shoulders, he would have been the greatest golfer who ever lived.

When I practiced, I practiced to get it right.