This [Thursday] morning so far, we've moved nearly 10,000 e-mails. That would have been from probably midnight last night.

I guess we will see how tonight (Thursday) goes, and then I'll probably fill in until the stuff with these two guys gets figured out.

I didn't know if my mama was alive or dead for a couple of days. Then, last Thursday morning she called me from Montgomery. She evacuated at the last moment.

I don't know how it didn't go in. That was probably the best putt I hit all day, as far as (hitting it) exactly where I wanted to hit it, exactly the speed I wanted to hit it, and it looked like it would break in the right edge. And it never broke.

I didn't hit too bad a shot on the last hole. It was probably the hardest shot I had to hit all day. I just didn't quite hit it like I wanted. I got a little bit over the top of it.

Midnight, yet not a nose From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!