My father gave me some Jack Nicklaus MacGregor clubs when I was six years old. He cut down some of the shafts, but they were men's clubs, so they were heavy.
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.
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'm not a religious person. I have a one-on-one relationship with God, but I don't go to church like I should.
Patrick Reed has become a hell of a player.
I've always been a quick putter, so I should never get the yips. But I got 'em. I got 'em bad.
