I don't count on the boy who waits till October, when it's cool and fun, then decides he wants to play.
He's as quick as a hiccup.
I try not to make the same mistakes today that I made yesterday.
On game day, I'm as nervous as a pig in a packing plant.
I do not let a bad score ruin my enjoyment for golf.
I'm not bored; I'm not a guy who has nothing to do.