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 enjoy the oohs! and aahs! from the gallery when I hit my drives. But I'm getting pretty tired of the awws! and uhhs! when I miss the putt.

I don't think I've ever stepped into a gym - they won't let me smoke there. I just thank God Miller Lite isn't as fattening as most beers. If I cut back on beer, though, I'd look anorexic.

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.

In some organizations, it is easy to say mistakes are okay when in truth it is a zero-defect organization. You will be remembered more for your mistakes than your successes in those organizations.

Whether I'm shooting 10-under or 10-over I have to realize people have come a long way to see me play. I can't be back-handing putts.