If I Could Have Shot 69 In

Practice Your Swing Until It Becomes A Habit Of Mind And Muscle.

I Give The Ball Some Sweet Talk. I Tell It That This Isn't Going To Hurt A Bit. I'm A Friend And All I'm Going To Do Is Give It A Nice Little Ride.

If I Could Have Shot 69 In The Last Round Every Time, I Would Have Won Nine U.s. Opens. Nine!

That Little White Ball Is Always Staring Back At You, Daring You To Make A Mistake.

To Quit Between Tee And Green Is More Habit-forming Than Drinking A Highball Before Breakfast.