I was getting old, man. I was staring 27 in the face.

But whenever I look at the question of how to live, the answer's always staring me in the face. I'm already doing it.

Bonner was a man among boys tonight. He made big play after big play. He was our stopper.

She looked like a monk. You couldn't see her face.

With 60 staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and a definite hardening of the paragraphs.

Man, I'm in the World Golf Hall of Fame. Don't forget that, now. I'm in the World Golf Hall of Fame with all the players. That little old golf I played was all right, wasn't it?