I didn't miss the putt. I made the putt. The ball missed the hole.
One of the most fascinating things about golf is how it reflects the cycle of life. No matter what you shoot - the next day you have to go back to the first tee and begin all over again and make yourself into something.
If you can't enjoy the time between golf shots, then you are going to have a pretty difficult life because most of you life is the time spent in-between.
The Golf Hall of Fame is full of players with unusual looking swings. Some of the prettiest swings you've ever seen in your life are made on the far end of the public driving range by guys who couldn't break an egg with a baseball bat.
Your confidence is the 15th club in your bag. You'd like it to be a thick headed driver. But it sometimes seems like a pretty weak little stick.
I'm probably less serious about my game than I was in the past. I've lost a brother and father in the past six years. And what about people who have lost friends and comrades in war? Golf is a game. You've got to keep that in perspective.
The only reason these kids keep score in these games is for the parents and coaches satisfaction. Who cares? They're 10 years old.
