A boy shows how much he wants to play in the spring, when it's tough, and during two a days, when it's hot and tough.

I really don't have a favorite course. I usually ask where there are the least players.

We don't want any candy stripes on our uniforms. These are work clothes.

The only thing that would change would be the year, the names. It just got to be a repetitious life.

I don't count on the boy who waits till October, when it's cool and fun, then decides he wants to play.

It has really filled a big space, especially since I have been so-called retired - although I haven't noticed my schedule slacking at all.

I'm still healthy as can be.