If I could have shot 69 in the last round every time, I would have won nine U.S. Opens. Nine!
The fairways were so narrow you had to walk down them single file.
I looked like a monkey trying to wrestle a football.
There is an old saying: if a man comes home with sand in his cuffs and cockleburs in his pants, don't ask him what he shot.
Practice your swing until it becomes a habit of mind and muscle.
The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.