For a while, I think in 1994, it got to where I didn't want to practice.

I'm 42 now, what I would consider prime time.

For one thing, when you're playing as well as I was at the time, you think you can play with anything. That isn't true, of course, but I didn't know it then.

Invariably something happens at a U.S. Open where the golf course gets out of control one day, they have one pin that's out of control. It always seems to happen. But they've gotten better about the height of the rough.

If somebody asks for my opinion, I tell them my opinion, whether it's what they want to hear or not.

A bad attitude is worse than a bad swing.

Then I would have an occasional cigarette and then I started back dipping. I started dipping last year. My family has asked me again to stop, and I'm trying my best to do that.