God rested on the seventh day. My builders played golf on the fifth day.

When the lights came on, that was a blessing from God. Every day is a little better. It's like giant steps, if you saw this place last Tuesday.

I think on the seventh day, God was running around, going, “Oh, my God! What haven’t I…? Rwanda! I better create Rwanda! Sorry, haven’t quite done that… The Tower of Pisa! Oh, it’s leaning… Oh, shi… done! Toilets in French camping sites… there we go. English football hooligans… there we go, whatever that is… Mrs. Thatcher’s heart… there we go… oh, fuck that! I know, I’ll put a stone in, that’ll work! There we go…”The next week, I think, people are coming back, going, “Rwanda doesn’t work very well; infrastructure’s fucked.”

We're doing it for a little different reason than the government agencies. To them, it's their job. With us, it's our God-given responsibility to help one another.

In a word, ridiculous. It is totally beyond comprehension. This is huge for golf fans, and South Florida is set for a dramatic showdown on the Blue Monster next week.

'if i get a hole in 1 it'll be a day to remember