“Golf puts a man’s character on the anvil and his richest qualities – patience, poise, restraint – to the flame.”

I don’t care about that. The Green Coat is enough for me.

Golfers are the greatest worriers in the world of sport.

Like a lot of fellows around here, I have a furniture problem. My chest has fallen into my drawers.

Golf is a great example to me. Golf is a metaphor of life. I mean, every shot.

I agreed to coach the golf team. I didn’t even know how to keep score, and really, my main job was not to wreck the van on the way to tournaments.

I feel like I’m the Babe Ruth of golf.

There’s nothing better than competitive golf.

One of the easiest shots in golf is chipping. It should be the easiest. It’s like throwing a ball or pitching pennies. It’s easy. And I struggle with that, and the struggle is all mental.

This whole golf thing was so left field for us, as Polynesians, but he had a lot of knowledge about sports in general. My dad was a genius, really. He was an absolute genius.

If he’s got golf clubs in his truck or a camper in his driveway, I don’t hire him.

Golf really is the best microcosm of life – or at least the way life should be.