I thank my dad for my mental longevity and for the fact we played against better competition.

I played a kid's game, I got to do it at the beach, and I was able to support my family. I consider myself incredibly lucky.

I couldn't be messing around and acting like an 11-year-old if we expected to compete well. I wanted to compete well, because it was great to see the looks in the eyes of men—like, "Wow, I am having a hard time beating this kid."

It's the best. And the job site isn't too bad, either.

How much we have to hydrate out here in this kind of heat and humidity. I think the most I have ever taken down in one day of fluids is five gallons - a gallon per match. If we didn't replace our fluids, we would probably keel over and die.

It's hard to give a career like this up, when I tell my wife I'm going to the office, and it's the beach.

The first thing I do when I get there—like all of the players on tour—is apply sunscreen. One of the few hazards of the job is the wear-and-tear our skin takes from the sun.