Putts get real difficult the day they hand out the money.
I still sweat. My guts are still grinding out there. Sometimes I have enough cotton in my mouth to knit a sweater.
If God wanted you to putt cross-handed, he would have made your left arm longer.
A hungry dog hunts best.
A rough should have high grass. When you go bowling they don't give you anything for landing in the gutter, do they?
Nobody but you and your caddie care what you do out there, and if your caddie is betting against you, he doesn't care, either.