I hate golf. I do not understand how anyone can enjoy it, much less love it.

You know how to tell if the teacher is hung over? Movie Day.

You can vibe out when people are getting tired or they're too drunk to keep going along with.

My radio show, I'd show up, I'd read the data, and I would have sound bites and stuff like that.

If there are 1,500 people in a theater and they're all there to see you, there are no other guys. You're the guy. So it is a monastic life, it is very lonely, if I was prone to loneliness. It's a lot like wrestling, no one can throw a block for you, no one can give you a pass. Nobody can hand the ball off to you, it's you only for an hour and a half every night.

When human beings stop progressing at an endeavor, they stop enjoying it and move on to something else. Not golfers. Masochists, all of them.

This happens to me every couple of years. I'll look at someone I respect and I'll realize that he's outworking me. It changes the way I behave for the next half decade.