Until You Play It, St. Andrews Looks

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

If A Lot Of People Gripped A Knife And Fork The Way They Do A Golf Club, They'd Starve To Death.

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.

Of All The Hazards, Fear Is The Worst.

But, No, I Don't Feel My Career Has Not Been Fulfilled Because I Didn't Win The Us Open. It's Like The Guy Said: You Going To Crucify A Man Because He Missed A Putt To Win A Tournament? Does A Three-foot Putt Mean His Whole Life? Another Guy Said, Well, He Couldn't Win The Big One. Well, Jesus, What Do You Call Those Others? What's Big And What's Small?