I use an Arnold Palmer putter that was probably built back in 1954.
I'm not a real smart guy. But I've got enough brains to realize that when I'm 60 years old and play a sport, that it's downhill.
I still sweat. My guts are still grinding out there. Sometimes I have enough cotton in my mouth to knit a sweater.
No one who ever had lessons would have a swing like mine.
Pressure is trying to make a putt for a $10 bet with only $5 in your pocket.
It's the most fun I've had with my clothes on.