What Other People May Find In Poetry

I Stopped Playing In The Masters In 2004, I Stopped Playing In The Par-3 [contest], And Now It's Time To End This Part Of My Masters Career. I Would Love To Go On Doing It Forever, But I Don't Have The Physical Capability To Hit The Shot The Way I Would Want To Hit It. So I'll Have To Be Content To Watch.

Your Worst Putt Will Usually Be As Good As Your Best Chip.

From The Beginning It Was Drilled Into Me That A Golf Course Was A Place Where Character Fully Reveals Itself -- Both Its Strengths And Its Flaws. As A Result, I Learned Early Not Only To Fix My Ball Marks But Also To Congratulate An Opponent On A Good Shot, Avoid Walking Ahead Of A Player Preparing To Shoot, Remain Perfectly Still When Someone Else Was Playing, And A Score Of Other Small Courtesies That Revealed, In My Father's Mind, One's Abiding Respect For The Game.

How Did I Make A Twelve On A Par Five Hole? It's Simple - I Missed A Four Foot Putt For An Eleven.

You Can Describe My Round As Having Moments Of Ecstasy And Stark Raving Terror. I Looked Like I Knew What I Was Doing At Times And At Other Times I Looked Like A Twenty Handicap Player.