I Could Not Wait For The Sun

You Hear Stories About Me Beating My Brains Out Practicing, But The Truth Is, I Was Enjoying Myself. I Couldn't Wait To Get Up In The Morning So I Could Hit Balls. I'd Be At The Practice Tee At The Crack Of Dawn, Hit Balls For A Few Hours, Then Take A Break And Get Right Back To It. And I Still Thoroughly Enjoy It. When I'm Hitting The Ball Where I Want, Hard And Crisply - When Anyone Is - It's A Joy That Very Few People Experience.

I'm Glad I Brought This Course, This Monster, To Its Knees.

Certainly, If You Can't Manage Your Game, You Can't Play Tournament Golf. You Continually Have To Ask Yourself What Club To Play, Where To Aim It, Whether To Accept A Safe Par Or To Try To Go For A Birdie. You Can't Play Every Hole The Same Way. I Never Could.

If The Masters Offered No Money At All, I Would Be Here Trying Just As Hard.

A Shot That Goes In The Cup Is Pure Luck, But A Shot To Within Two Feet Of The Flag Is Skill.