Every day you miss playing or practicing is one day longer it takes to be good.
If we could have just screwed another head on his shoulders, he would have been the greatest golfer who ever lived.
I'm glad I brought this course, this monster, to its knees.
Jesus Christ can't hit a golf ball straight. It's virtually impossible - at best it's an accident.
Relax? How can anybody relax and play golf? You have to grip the club, don't you?
This is a game of misses. The guy who misses the best is going to win.