Grip The Club As If You Were

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.

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.

When I Swing At A Golf Ball Right, My Mind Is Blank And My Body Is Loose As A Goose.

Nobody Asked How You Looked, Just What You Shot.