My doctor asked me how many golf balls I had hit in my career. I'm lying there in bed calculating somewhere between four and five million golf balls I had hit to do that on my body.

For all the fun, don't forget: I always knew when to put my golf balls down and practice.

It's good sportsmanship to not pick up lost golf balls while they are still rolling.

I got to know the lines on the golf course. You know where you're hitting the ball, you know where the trouble is, trying to keep it away from it. So I'm starting to feel a little bit more comfortable with it and hopefully I can keep it going the next couple of days.

While playing golf today I hit two good balls. I stepped on a rake.

Destiny wasn't going to let me win that golf tournament. It wasn't going to happen.