Before Every Shot, I Go To The

If You'd Asked Me At 30 Where I'd Be During The Masters When I Was 46, I'd Have Pictured Myself On A Boat Fishing, Smoking A Cigar, Drinking A Mint Julep And Watching It On Television.

I Guess That's Why They Call It Hell.

If I Have A Weakness, It's Probably Ice Cream. That's Where I Get Lax, Sloppy. I'll Sneak Into The Refrigerator At Night And Take Two Or Three Bites And Put It Back. Butter Pecan. Only Two Or Three Bites, But It Shows.

I'd Rather Be Two Strokes Ahead Going Into The Last Day Than Two Strokes Behind. Having Said That, It's Probably Easier To Win Coming From Behind. There Is No Fear In Chasing. There Is Fear In Being Chased.

As Long As I'm Prepared, I Always Expect To Win.