If I could have shot 69 in the last round every time, I would have won nine U.S. Opens. Nine!
If I had cleared the trees and drove the green, it would've been a great shot.
Until you play it, St. Andrews looks like the sort of real estate you couldn't give away.
Good golfing temperament falls between taking it with a grin or shrug and throwing a fit.
To quit between tee and green is more habit-forming than drinking a highball before breakfast.
What did I want with prestige? The British Open paid the winner $600 in American money. A man would have to be two hundred years old at that rate to retire from golf.