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I learned you can't drink whiskey and play golf.
I wasn't this nervous playing golf when I was drinking. It's the first tournament I've won on the PGA Tour in a sober manner, so it's a great feeling knowing I can do it sober. I don't think two years ago I could have pulled this off.
I believe nicotine plus caffeine equals protein.
All four days I didn't think. I just hit. Squeaky (Medlen, his caddy) said 'kill' and I killed it.
Ideas really do matter. But in any organization a good idea will only go so far unless its proponents are willing to fight the political games to get the idea adopted.
Idea-Advocacy Matrix highlights a couple of things: that good ideas need to be "sold" if they are ever going to see the light of day and bad ideas sometimes do quite well because of the skills of the proponent to sell them.
Whether I'm shooting 10-under or 10-over I have to realize people have come a long way to see me play. I can't be back-handing putts.
My slogan is who needs fitness when you've got great equipment.
I enjoy the oohs! and aahs! from the gallery when I hit my drives. But I'm getting pretty tired of the awws! and uhhs! when I miss the putt.
I know there's a lot of guys who would love to see me fail. Well, good. Let 'em. I'm glad.
Do I have to know rules and all that crap? Then forget it.
I was never able to have three of four beers. One's too many, and ten just ain't enough. Basically it's the way I've been since high school.
Real freedom will come when U. S. soldiers in Iraq turn their guns on their superiors.
I hit the ball as hard as I can. If I can find it, I hit it again.
Seems I used to do everything like I was on a mission. If it was alcohol, I wanted to drink till I couldn't see straight. If it was golf, I wanted to beat everybody's brains out. If it was driving, I can get there faster'n you can. It's not anybody's fault, I guess. I was stubborn as hell. I had no direction.
It's nice to worry about playing golf and not all the other stuff.
I don't think I've ever stepped into a gym - they won't let me smoke there. I just thank God Miller Lite isn't as fattening as most beers. If I cut back on beer, though, I'd look anorexic.
General personal principle: You are generally successful to the degree others want you to succeed. So get adopted! And, even more importantly, it's amazing how much you can get done when you let other people take credit for it.
Well, it's a tie and jacket and I just don't travel with one,. . . You're not going to put a coat and tie on me for dinner. I'm just being honest. Plus, the wives can't go and I'd rather see the wives be able to go instead of just all the guys. That makes it fun.
I will just put four or five extra packs of cigarettes in my bag and I will be fine.