He hits the ball a long way and he knows how to win.
From Gary McCord
He's got an overall flair for the game. It looks to me like he really loves what he does and he can't wait to get up in the morning, go hit some balls and go play.
I made nothing happen very slowly.
He's a threat to win until his brain turns to tapioca.
The first time I played a PGA Tour event at Tucson was 1975. I came off the course on Sunday feeling very good about myself. I'd finished at even par, and I knew I could play even better if I worked at it.
In Valdosta, Ga., during a mini-tour event, a player named James Black bet me $20 he could put five golf balls in his mouth and then close his mouth all the way. I tried it but could get only two in there.
Many years ago, in the throes of my struggles on the PGA Tour, I had difficulty even getting into pro-ams. I needed money, so I put together a 45-minute magic show I'd perform at corporate events surrounding the tournament.
My interest in magic was kindled by Steve Martin, the comedian I'd gone to high school with.
I hate to repeat lines, to say the same damned thing. I try to rewrite cliches and make what I say sound fresh.
Golfers don't scream. Golfers just adjust the pleats in their pants and go from there. That's about as antagonistic as we get.
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