At one point, I had 14 pairs of golf shoes.
My old friend Jack Benny has only had one ball all his golfing life. And now he's lost it. The string came off!
I'd give up golf if I didn't have so many sweaters.
Every golfer should come to the first tee with fourteen clubs, a dozen balls, a handful of tees, and at least one great golf story
I love golf clothes. I have a lot of fun with the little golf skirts and vests.
A golf ball is white, dimpled like a bishop's knees, and is the size of small mandarin oranges or those huge pills which vets blow down the throats of constipated cart-horses.
The putter looks like a bunch of nuts and bolts welded together, but the ball goes in the hole.
Throughout my career, I've been sponsored by several different equipment companies - Lynx, Titleist, Callaway.
I can't give up Golf, I've got too many sweaters.
Golf wear isn't the sexiest attire.
Since my family owns the Trump National Doral, I spend a lot of time on the course. Trump Doral's Golf Shop is the largest pro shop in the country and carries limited-edition pieces and exclusive brands.
I have a random array of ball markers in my bag and don't use any specific one. Many are the plastic kind you find at almost any golf course.
They sell these golf aids that attach to your knee and your head and are supposed to keep your swing correct. It's futile beyond belief. I've never bought any, but I could watch those ads for 24 hours straight. People with straight faces saying this thing will take strokes off your game - that's my peculiar obsession.
I use an Arnold Palmer putter that was probably built back in 1954.
I went to the driving range and hit a couple of good shots and I was hooked. Now I have six putters, including one engraved with my name.
I like to look good on the golf course.
I use the low-spinning Pro V1 left dot. I mark it with the logo for the Tony Finau Foundation.
As a bald man who happens to play golf, or a golfer who happens to be bald, I'll never know the pleasures of a golf visor.
I hasten to say to snobs from the Surrey pine-and-sand country that no invention since the corn plaster or the electric toothbrush has brought greater balm to the extremities of the senior golfer than the golfmobile, a word that will have to do for want of a better.
