I Would Like To Have Won More

I Didn't Get Playing Professional Golf Until I Was 25 Years Old. And I Always Said That If I Could Make It Work, I Would Play As Long As I Could Walk.

When You Play By The Rules, Defy Mental Demons, Overcome Every Challenge, And Enjoy A Walk In The Country At The Same Time - That's Being Alive.

My Grandson Sam Saunders Has Been Playing Golf Since He Could Hold A Club And I Spent A Lot Of Time With Him Over The Years. Like My Father Taught Me, I Showed Him The Fundamentals Of The Game And Helped Him Make Adjustments As He And His Game Matured Over The Years.

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.

I Was Born In 1929, That Was The Depression, So The Golf Course Was Manned By My Father And Two Guys, They Worked For My Dad And They Took Me With Them Everywhere They Went. And It Was Fun.