They say I'm famous for my chip shots. Sure, when I hit 'em right, they land just so, like a butterfly with sore feet.
My swing is so bad I look like a caveman killing his lunch.
A hungry dog hunts best.
I never think of yesterday. Can't do anything about it.
How can they beat me? I've been struck by lightning, had two back operations, and been divorced twice.
I'm a golfaholic. And all the counseling in the world wouldn't help me.