I'd like to see something done about the long putters and belly putters. But I go back and forth on that. I've actually worked with a belly putter.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I'm on with my putting, I'm as good a putter as there is, probably.
I was the first to win a major with a belly putter, and I've spent hours practicing that way, so I hope they don't ban anchoring.
I tell myself that after four children my belly is already so stretched and flabby that I have to do origami to get my pants buttoned. One more pregnancy and I'd be doomed to elastic waists for the rest of my life.
I use an Arnold Palmer putter that was probably built back in 1954.
I wish I could view the belly that oozes over the top of my pants as a badge of maternal honor. I do try. I make sure that the women whose looks I admire all have sufficient fat reserves to survive a famine, and I make a lot of snide comments about the skeletal likes of Lara Flynn Boyle and Paris Hilton.
If ever I needed an eight foot putt, and everything I owned depended on it, I would want Arnold Palmer to putt for me.
Putts get real difficult the day they hand out the money.
I put on weight like Santa Claus. I just get this belly that kind of extends out.
The par putts sometimes are bigger than the birdie putts.
Well, there are all kinds of gutters. Life will supply you with gutters.