Zitat des Tages von Dan Jenkins:
Locker rooms and grill rooms are still the best places to find out things you don't know - at the Masters or any other golf tournament.
Nobody else is Tiger Woods. Not on this planet.
Of course, Dwight D. Eisenhower gets credit for doing more for golf than any other White House resident, a mid- to high-handicapper though he was.
Valet parking is an essential at any decent club.
There have been so many great moments in golf that you even forget some of them.
The PGA Championship, last of the majors each year, might well be accustomed to having fun poked at it by the print press for being mired in August, but this isn't fair.
Kids flew B-17s in daylight bombing raids over Germany in World War II. Kids fought in Korea and Vietnam.
Marty Russo was too good a golfer to be a servant of the people.
Putting is not an art, it's a dreaded evil. No wise man ever said that.
Vijay Singh won a playoff in 2004 at Whistling Straits after a final-round 76, which was the highest last round by the winner of any major since 1938, when Reg Whitcombe won the British Open with a 78 in a storm that blew down the exhibition tent at Sandwich.
Golf is 90% mental. Once you know how to hold the club, swing it, it's all in the mind.
Presidents are nice people. They're nice, fun-loving people who have great jobs.
I don't know how television or radio is going to survive without newspapers because that's where they get all their news. It's going to be hopeless.
There are no Dave Marrs anymore.
The U.S. won the majors 29-11 in the 1980s. That's when Tom Watson and Jack Nicklaus were carrying the ball, and when Seve Ballesteros was becoming a Brit in the minds of English and Scottish journalists.
Real golf is the 20 million people who play once a week or once a month.
I quickly discovered that trying to go play golf while living in Manhattan was about as easy as trying to grab a taxi while standing out in front of Saks Fifth Avenue in the freezing rain on the last shopping day before Christmas.
Something mystical happens to every writer who goes to the Masters for the first time, some sort of emotional experience that results in a search party having to be sent out to recover his typewriter from a clump of azaleas.
I actually don't have a single regret, professionally or domestically. I planned it that way.
CEOs are worried they're going to get fired any minute. They're worried about their portfolios.
I hate political correctness.
Anybody can make jokes. But unless they come from conviction, and there's truth in them, you haven't nailed it. They aren't as funny as they could be, and they don't make a point.
Players don't usually like anybody who makes more money than they do.
Everybody in the Olympics is paid. Lindsay Vonn is going to make a million dollars whether she skis or not.
It must be the PGA Championship if it's August and you can sit down and talk to the heat or reach inside your shirt, where it's 110 degrees, and grab handfuls of humidity.
The first thing they gave me at 'Sports Illustrated' was a first-class air card. 'And oh, by the way, there's the petty cash drawer,' they told me. 'Take a few thousand dollars for expenses.'
I used to never miss the 'New Yorker' or 'New York.' Now I never bother.
There's nothing anyone can do about Tiger Woods but look at his game and swoon.
There was a time when caddies couldn't wear shorts.
Even as a little kid, I was fascinated by newspapers and magazines. They were my TV. I'd be the first one up to grab the morning paper, mainly to look at the sports pictures, the war pictures.
I get 'USA Today,' the 'New York Times,' 'Wall Street Journal' and the 'Star-Telegram' at my doorstep. I can't do without them.
Title IX came along and changed a lot of things for the better, but nevertheless, it meant that money became more important.
I don't cover golf tournaments anymore - I preside over them.
The devoted golfer is an anguished soul who has learned a lot about putting just as an avalanche victim has learned a lot about snow.
You count a man's U.S. Amateur titles after he starts winning professional majors. That's something any intelligent golf writer with a sense of history is supposed to know.
I probably remember the 1954 Masters more vividly than any of the others.