Wednesday's St Andrews diary

I have hit over four and a half million golf balls in my career and I have enjoyed all of them.
Norman again, forgetting those six little shots he led by after three rounds at Augusta.

I had a friend that likes beer, so we poured that in there. The smell is kind of difficult to get out.
Open champion Todd Hamilton ruins the Claret Jug for Tiger Woods - sorry, the next Open winner.

I still feel that I can get a few good punches in but it's just that I may not be able to go 15 rounds.
Five-time Open winner Tom Watson hints he is arguably not the man to back at the bookies, certainly not in a boxing match anyway.

It was hard to organise getting over here because I lost my passport a long time ago and I really had no use for one.
American Sean O'Hair, a last-minute qualifier, removing himself from the running for "Global Golfer of the Year".

Ernie Els told me I might have to bring ear plugs.
Luke Donald accepts an invitation to a Sheena Easton gig.

Yesterday I dislocated my knee on the range again.
Jean van de Velde, recovering from serious injury, puts a little too much into a drive.