Never Let Up. The More You Can

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.

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

I've Been On Some Fairways That Are As Good As The Greens We Putted On Back Then. We Had Crab Grass. I Remember One Green Where I Putted Through Ants.

Keep Close Count Of Your Nickels And Dimes, Stay Away From Whiskey, And Never Concede A Putt.

Until You Play It, St. Andrews Looks Like The Sort Of Real Estate You Couldn't Give Away.