You Hear Stories About Me Beating My

You Never Fight Your Eye When You Look At A Hole. If It Looks One Way, Play It That Way. Don't Make A Big Deal Out Of An Easy Shot.

The Ultimate Judge Of Your Swing Is The Flight Of The Ball.

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.

I Could Not Wait For The Sun To Come Up The Next Morning So That I Could Get Out On The Course Again.

I Always Outworked Everybody. Work Never Bothered Me As It Bothers Some People.