I Don't Know If I'll Ever Do

Sometimes, I'm An Ogre. I Can Be Short. I'll Walk Into The Office Some Days And I've Gotten Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed, And Everybody Knows It. I'm A Perfectionist. I Like To Be Organized, And I Like To Get Everything Done Today.

It's Difficult To Excel At Something You Don't Truly Enjoy.

If I Have A Weakness, It's Probably Ice Cream. That's Where I Get Lax, Sloppy. I'll Sneak Into The Refrigerator At Night And Take Two Or Three Bites And Put It Back. Butter Pecan. Only Two Or Three Bites, But It Shows.

I Never Hit A Shot, Not Even In Practice, Without Having A Very Sharp, In-focus Picture Of It In My Head. It's Like A Color Movie. First I 'see' Where I Want It To Finish, Nice And White And Sitting Up High On The Bright Green Grass. Then The Scene Quickly Changes And I 'see' The Ball Going There: Its Path, Trajectory, And Shape, Even Its Behavior On Landing. Then There Is This Sort Of Fadeout, And The Next Scene Shows Me Making The Kind Of Swing That Will Turn The Previous Images To Reality.

A Perfectly Straight Shot With A Big Club Is A Fluke.