In 1979, when I was 39, I had such a bad year, I thought it was all over. Thankfully it wasn't.

How people keep correcting us when we are young! There is always some bad habit or other they tell us we ought to get over. Yet most bad habits are tools to help us through life.

I had polio when I was 13. I started feeling stiff, my joints ached, and over a two-week period I lost my coordination and 20 pounds.

I don't even remember what I did that year.

I was delighted to finish with a 72, the best round I've shot this year. I've played well and I've missed the cut by three shots. Then you know it's time to leave.

Well, the biggest rival I had in my career was me.