Jesus Christ Can't Hit A

I Don't Like The Glamour. I Just Like The Game.

The Ultimate Judge Of Your Swing Is The Flight Of The Ball.

This Is A Game Of Misses. The Guy Who Misses The Best Is Going To Win.

I Have Found The Game To Be, In All Factualness, A Universal Language Wherever I Traveled At Home Or Abroad.

The Truth Is, The First Golf Club I Owned Was An Old Left-handed, Wooden-shafted, Rib-faced Mashie That A Fellow Gave Me, And That's The Club I Was Weaned On. During The Mornings We Caddies Would Bang The Ball Up And Down The Practice Field Until The Members Arrived And It Was Time To Go To Work. So I Did All That Formative Practice Left-handed. But I'm A Natural Right-hander.