It's been awhile since I played in this kind of hot, humid, almost-raining kind of weather.

That's it, right there, when you pick up that Q-School entry form, filling that out again. I really don't know how to explain how it feels. It (stinks).

I've already sent my Q-school entry in,

It's a grind out here. I wish I'd have a million dollars in the bank and have my card locked up and just be out there playing, trying to make some more money or get a victory. Sometimes, things work out in funny ways. Maybe this is the week.

I get cold really quickly, but I don't care. I like weather. I never understand why people move someplace so that they can avoid weather.

Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields andwoods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be coldand hungry and weary.