Billy Charles Coodyis an American professional golfer, best known for winning the 1971 Masters Tournament... (wikipedia)
I'd like to be remembered as a nice guy and a fairly decent player. I know I'm not a Hall of Fame golfer. But nice guy and good family man, that would be good enough for me. And a halfway decent golfer.
If they broke 60 on any nine, it'd be good.
Through the ball we are all the same. We just have different ways of getting it there.
I have a lot or respect for the tournament. That's one reason I won't play anymore. I won't embarrass the tournament. Yesterday I embarrassed myself. I'm glad I got out with a decent round today.
I think they accomplished that. All the players are hitting the same irons they did 20 or 30 years ago.
Well, it's gotten me a lot of times before.
Yesterday I played poorly. And today I played well.
Y'all may know, this is my last (Masters). It feels good to walk off having played a respectable round.
The tournament has really grown. I think that speaks very well for the city.
They told me in the tent there I'd probably get Most Improved.
This tournament has a special place in my heart so it's not easy to stop.
This course has been very good to me.
If I were to play another, 160 would be a good score. It's just time to quit.
I'm 1-under through 15 and might be lucky to shoot par. I?m not satisfied with 74 but this is my last Masters so it feels good to play well.
I'm not satisfied with 74. I left some putts out there, but I made a few, too.
The best opportunity that could ever have happened is with four days of perfect weather. A day like today, even if it was 25 years ago, one round in the 60s would have been a tremendous score.
Excuse the expression, but I didn't get a virgin there. It's got me before.
I know I'm not competitive, but that was totally uncalled for. If I'd seen him the next four or five days, I'd have punched him right in the nose.
This is my last one, so it feels good to play well. It's just time to quit. I have about eight par-5 holes out there.
I called him. For the next four or five days, if I'd seen him, I'd have punched him in the nose.