Seems I used to do everything like I was on a mission. If it was alcohol, I wanted to drink till I couldn't see straight. If it was golf, I wanted to beat everybody's brains out. If it was driving, I can get there faster'n you can. It's not anybody's fault, I guess. I was stubborn as hell. I had no direction.

I don't care what anybody says. The first tournament is not the hardest one to win. It's always the second one.

This fitness thing is blown out of proportion. What am I going to do on a treadmill - smoke a cigarette and drink a diet Coke?

Most change initiatives either fail or fall far short of original (perhaps unrealistic) expectations. More often than not, resistance is cultural in nature, the result of what James O'Toole so aptly characterizes as "the ideology of comfort and the tyranny of custom."

Granted, I could go out and lose everything (by) gambling and drinking, but there's no sense in denying it. It's in my blood.

I've got the drinkers and the smokers and the eaters on my side.

There are probably some things I could do to keep my flexibility up, but I'd rather smoke, drink diet Cokes and eat.