If a lot of people gripped a knife and fork the way they do a golf club, they'd starve to death.

Grip the club as if you were holding a baby bird.

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

I've been on some fairways that are as good as the greens we putted on back then. We had crab grass. I remember one green where I putted through ants.

Golf got complicated when I had to wear shoes and begin thinking about what I was doing.

Just have a Coke or something and watch the boys go past.

I've gotten rid of the yips four times but they hang in there. You know those two-foot downhill putts with a break? I'd rather see a rattlesnake.