On game day, I'm as nervous as a pig in a packing plant.
We live one day at a time and scratch where it itches.
My wife, Edith, and I both have good health - and she's been very tolerant.
But I do have time to pencil in golf, and we've got four excellent courses.
The only thing that would change would be the year, the names. It just got to be a repetitious life.
Breaks balance out. The sun don't shine on the same ol' dog's ass every day.