Playing the game I have learned the meaning of humility. It has given me an understanding of futility of the human effort.
Because of the suit I was wearing, I couldn't make a good pivot on the swing. And I had to hit the ball with one hand.
Unfortunately, the suit is so stiff, I can't do this with two hands, but I'm going to try a little sand-trap shot here.
The suit was so clumsy, being pressurized, it was impossible to get two hands comfortably on the handle and it's impossible to make any kind of a turn. It was kind of a one-handed chili-dip.
Then I thought, with the same clubhead speed, the ball's going to go at least six times as far. There's absolutely no drag, so if you do happen to spin it, it won't slice or hook 'cause there's no atmosphere to make it turn.
Got more dirt than ball. Here we go again.
Miles and miles and miles.
I've got two girls. I like to play golf. Apart from that there's not a lot goes on in my life. So I am boring, aren't I?
I spend time with my family. I have got two daughters who are too young to know their Dad's a footballer. They just want to play with their Dad. I like to play golf, too, but apart from that, that's me, I'm afraid.
Is there such a thing as a technically perfect swing? If there is, I have yet to see it.