I never think of yesterday. Can't do anything about it.
I'm a golfaholic. And all the counseling in the world wouldn't help me.
I'm not out there just to be dancing around. I expect to win every time I tee up.
Arnie has more people watching him park the car than we do out on the course.
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.