I shot a wild elephant in Africa thirty yards from me, and it didn't hit the ground until it was right at my feet. I wasn't a bit scared. But a four foot putt scares me to death.
That little white ball is always staring back at you, daring you to make a mistake.
These greens are so fast I have to hold my putter over the ball and hit it with the shadow.
Nobody asked how you looked, just what you shot.
When I swing at a golf ball right, my mind is blank and my body is loose as a goose.
Just have a Coke or something and watch the boys go past.