Good Golf Begins With A Good Grip.

All Other Things Being Equal, Greens Break To The West.

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

I Play With Friends, But We Don't Play Friendly Games.