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

You Hear Stories About Me Beating My Brains Out Practising, But The Truth Is, I Was Enjoying Myself. I Couldn't Wait To Get Up In The Morning, So I Could Hit Balls. When I'm Hitting The Ball Where I Want, Hard And Crisply, It's A Joy That Very Few People Experience.

Reverse Every Natural Instinct And Do The Opposite Of What You Are Inclined To Do, And You Will Probably Come Very Close To Having A Perfect Golf Swing.

I Hate A Hook. It Nauseates Me. I Could Vomit When I See One. It's Like A Rattlesnake In Your Pocket.

The Truth Is, The First Golf Club I Owned Was An Old Left-handed, Wooden-shafted, Rib-faced Mashie That A Fellow Gave Me, And That's The Club I Was Weaned On. During The Mornings We Caddies Would Bang The Ball Up And Down The Practice Field Until The Members Arrived And It Was Time To Go To Work. So I Did All That Formative Practice Left-handed. But I'm A Natural Right-hander.