Golf Nostalgia Quotes

It was 1995, the year Ben Crenshaw won the Masters. I was watching on TV, and I remember watching him sink his final putt on the 18th hole. He broke down in tears because his coach, Harvey Penick, had just died. I sat there watching with a box of Kleenex, wiping tears from my eyes and going, 'OK, this is crazy - I'm crying over golf!'

It was neat to see a plaque on the 18th fairway, and go up there and kind of look at the green and just remembering the moment.

Golf isn't just about hitting a lot of drivers. I grew up playing on my front lawn, chipping and putting into soup cans, out of the ivy and over rose bushes and hedges - the little Alcott Golf and Country Club. I just loved having a wedge in my hands.

High school golf, college golf and the decade that followed all come back to me now as one big raucous, goofy gangsome.

I've been on some fairways that are as good as the greens we putted on back then. We had crab grass. I remember one green where I putted through ants.

I haven't looked for a golf ball since mulligans were free, which was a law I passed in 1995.

If you take my entire golfing life, my favorites are the older courses, the more traditional and the more authentic.

I loved junior golf.

If you want to put golf back on the front pages again, and you don't have a Bobby Jones or a Francis Ouimet handy, here's what you do: You send an aging Jack Nicklaus out in the last round of the Masters and let him kill more foreigners than a general named Eisenhower.