"Hello, friends." I've had fun with that expression to satisfy the cynics, but it comes from the heart, and I don't apologize for it. Like my dad--for whom I designed the expression during the 2002 PGA Championship, when he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease--I've never met a stranger. I've heard it said that the average person is lucky to have only a handful of true friends in their lifetime. Well, I sincerely feel I've got millions. John Wooden once told me, "I would rather believe in people and be disappointed some of the time than never believe and be disappointed all the time." That pretty much sums up my outlook on people and life. On the other hand, there's a little Jack Nicholson in "Five Easy Pieces" in me. I'm a breakfast guy: three eggs scrambled, with bacon and wheat toast, burnt. The problem is, it never came back burnt. For years it would arrive limp and tan, which brought breakfast to a standstill when I sent the toast back. It was costing me 10 minutes a day, which, multiplied by...
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