When I putt, my emotions collide like tectonic plates. It's left my memory circuits full of scars that won't heal.

I developed osteoporosis of the personality. My thought processes became brittle.

You need a fantastic memory in this game to remember the great shots and a very short memory to forget the bad ones.

This is where God hangs out.

You must attain a neurological and biological serenity in chaos. You cannot let yourself be sabotaged by adrenaline.

When I putt, my emotions collide like tectonic plates. It's left my memory circuits full of scars that won't heal.

A hole in one is amazing when you think of the different universes this white mass of molecules has to pass through on its way to the hole.