With a hundred and eleven yards to the green I had a sand-wedge, which was the perfect club for me. It was a little bit down wind left to right. I just tried to hit it in the middle of the green and spin it to the hole.

I had 128 yards to the front of the green, which is normally a pitching wedge. I used an 8-iron and a sand wedge to get on the green.

It's always lucky. It was a wedge of 111 yards. I hit it 112 and it backed into the hole. You intend to hole it but it's always lucky when it comes off.

Grass? Give me a bucket of balls and a sand wedge. Sure I like grass.

I had a little wedge into the green and stuck it about 5 feet on a tucked pin and knocked it in the back of the cup.

I could remember it. But I couldn’t see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.