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.
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.
Pretty much my whole career, I have been aggressive. I have always been a guy that goes at pins. That’s kind of the way I’ve been all my career, and I don’t know, really, if I can change.
