I have no superstitions. I don't have to have a Sunday outfit. I don't have socks or underwear I have to wear.

I wear leather underwear!

When I stayed, I was like, 'Babe, I need underwear, socks, shoes, everything,'

Winning the 2007 Master's was a dream fulfilled; culminating on Easter Sunday with my family was very special. You couldn't write it up any better.

There are the tales of the socks and underwear he keeps in his office desk, of having to stop at his office en route to weddings to pick up a suit, of colleagues calling at 3 in the morning to leave messages on his office phone and hearing him pick up. From his discombobulated apartment comes lore about lasagna grown petrified after three months in his oven - that is, once he'd had his stove connected.

If you put me in the fairway at my average distance into a par 4, 175 to 180 yards, and you put another player in the rough 120 yards from the green, over time, I'm going to wear him out.