Nobody asked how you looked, just what you shot.
Practice your swing until it becomes a habit of mind and muscle.
The fairways were so narrow you had to walk down them single file.
I give the ball some sweet talk. I tell it that this isn't going to hurt a bit. I'm a friend and all I'm going to do is give it a nice little ride.
Just have a Coke or something and watch the boys go past.
I was a better player at 50 than I was at 30.