I'm a fighter. I'm a survivor, and I'll get through anything people can throw at me.
I try to think of myself as a lion, bringing down the kill, controlling the jungle. A lion controls his jungle.
Everybody fights demons. Some are worse than others.
Golf is my passion, and so is great barbecue.
I think people relate to me because of the ups and downs I have had. I mean, I've shared a lot of strong emotions in my life, that I think maybe 'cause they believe I'm not scared to tell everybody I'm a human being.
Florida sends me a handicap sticker when I'm there. It's embarrassing. But I can't walk more than six holes before the whole knee swells up, and then I can't go anymore.
I was always the one asking everybody else if they were O.K. I never talked about my problems. I didn't want to admit I had problems. I just let 'em build up. I didn't want anybody to know I was hurtin'.
I've known Donald forever, and I know the bad things they say about Donald Trump is not true because I've known him as a friend for so long. I've seen what he's done for all types of people. I know how many people call him a racist and all this, and it just makes me sick because he's not.
I'm the luckiest human being that ever walked.
I can sit here and hit all the balls and chip and putt all day long, but if you're not playing competitive golf... there's nothing better than competitive golf.
I'm not a religious person. I have a one-on-one relationship with God, but I don't go to church like I should.
I hate a mess.
I'm an OCD neat freak. I can't stand messes. I make my bed every morning. Laundry. I do it all.
Osteoarthritis is a tough thing, brother. If my knee was broke, I would have had it fixed. But my situation is totally different. It's painful as hell is all I can say.
We weren't the kind of family that talked about our problems. We were a close family, in a kind of faraway way. It wasn't a being-with-each-other kind of close. We all went our own ways.
Coming down the 18th, your heart's pounding, and the hair is sticking straight up on your arms - there's no feeling like it.
I don't mind hitting the ball bad, but when I feel like I've hit the ball pretty good for four days and shoot an 81, it's not golf.
I hate getting haircuts. It's like going to the damn dentist, man.
The fans have always helped me get through good things and bad things on and off the golf course.
I've tried to lose weight two or three times, and every time, my golf game was horrible.
