I still swing the way I used to, but when I look up the ball is going in a different direction.

I'm in the woods so much I can tell you which plants are edible.

I thought I'd blown it at the 17th when I drove into a trap. God is a Mexican.

Arnie has more people watching him park the car than we do out on the course.

Somewhere along the line I'll be recognized as one of the top players in the Nicklaus era. That's all I want to be remembered for.

I'm hitting the driver so good I gotta dial the operator for long distance after I hit it.

A rough should have high grass. When you go bowling they don't give you anything for landing in the gutter, do they?