The amateur has an infectious, contagious enthusiasm for golf and life.
You must attain a neurological and biological serenity in chaos. You cannot let yourself be sabotaged by adrenaline.
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.
When I putt, my emotions collide like tectonic plates. It's left my memory circuits full of scars that won't heal.