Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They’re just an interpretation, they’re not a record, and they’re irrelevant if you have the facts.
Alright. Let’s make this speedy. If Tiger has ever putted on your green, or investigated your back-nine with his wood, put your hands up. If he’s ever sunk his balls in you, with his incredible stroke, just talk to the media. And for the love of God, let’s stop making sexual innuendos with golf.
The pearls weren’t really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn’t come apart.