Golf Was My Life. I

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.

Like Most Professional Golfers, I Have A Tendency To Remember My Poor Shots A Shade More Vividly Than The Good Ones.

I Dreamed One Night That I Had 17 Holes-in-one And One Two, And When I Woke Up I Was So Goddam Mad.

I Have Really Enjoyed Every Minute I Have Spent In Golf- Above All, The Many Wonderful Friends I Have Made. I Have Loved Playing The Game And Practicing It. Whether My Schedule For The Following Day Called For A Tournament Round Or Merely A Trip To The Practice Tee, The Prospect That There Was Going To Be Golf In It Made Me Feel Privileged And Extremely Happy, And I Couldn't Wait For The Sun To Come Up The Next Morning So That I Could Get Out On The Course Again

There's No Set Time Or Schedule For Developing One's Skills As A Professional Golfer, And It Certainly Doesn't Come Overnight. It's A Muscle-memory Exercise That Comes Over Time.