I looked like a monkey trying to wrestle a football.

Keep close count of your nickels and dimes, stay away from whiskey, and never concede a putt.

The only reason I ever played in the first place was so I could afford to hunt and fish.

Practice your swing until it becomes a habit of mind and muscle.

In golf, as in life, you get out of it what you put into it.

But, no, I don't feel my career has not been fulfilled because I didn't win the US Open. It's like the guy said: You going to crucify a man because he missed a putt to win a tournament? Does a three-foot putt mean his whole life? Another guy said, well, he couldn't win the big one. Well, Jesus, what do you call those others? What's big and what's small?

That little white ball is always staring back at you, daring you to make a mistake.