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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.

There Are No Shortcuts In The Quest For Perfection.

I Liked To Win, But More Than Anything, I Loved To Play The Way I Wanted To Play

Selecting A Stroke Is Like Selecting A Wife. To Each His Own.

I Have Really Enjoyed Every Minute I Have Spent In Golf- Above All, The Many Wonderful Friends I Have Made. I Have Loved Playing The Game And Practicing It. Whether My Schedule For The Following Day Called For A Tournament Round Or Merely A Trip To The Practice Tee, The Prospect That There Was Going To Be Golf In It Made Me Feel Privileged And Extremely Happy, And I Couldn't Wait For The Sun To Come Up The Next Morning So That I Could Get Out On The Course Again