The fairways were so narrow you had to walk down them single file.
Just have a Coke or something and watch the boys go past.
Until you play it, St. Andrews looks like the sort of real estate you couldn't give away.
There are no short hitters on the tour anymore - just long and unbelievably long.
Grip the club as if you were holding a baby bird.
Of the mental hazards, being scared is the worst. When you get scared, you get tense.