|â€” Golfer â€”|
McCord in October 2008
|Full name||Gary Dennis McCord|
May 23, 1948 |
San Gabriel, California
|Height||6 ft 2 in (1.88 m)|
|Weight||190 lb (86 kg; 14 st)|
|Residence||Paradise Valley, Arizona
|Former tour(s)||PGA Tour
|Number of wins by tour|
|PGA Tour Champions||2|
|Best results in major championships|
|The Open Championship||DNP|
|PGA Championship||T54: 1984|
Many years ago, in the throes of my struggles on the PGA Tour, I had difficulty even getting into pro-ams. I needed money, so I put together a 45-minute magic show I'd perform at corporate events surrounding the tournament.
I don't putt face-on exclusively, but in the back on my mind I'm haunted by the notion that I'm sure it's the best way to putt.
If you are going to make a change, don't go halfway. Make it with conviction and stick with your new idea. Ignore the scoffers. Remember, it is a law of nature that if something is different you're going to be taunted, jeered, and told the world is flat. Let the doubters fall off the edge.
My interest in magic was kindled by Steve Martin, the comedian I'd gone to high school with.
I've forgotten more about bad putting than all the lousy putters in the firmament combined. My mind has been twisted into an incurable, disturbing venue of bad speed and inadequate line. I just want to go out and not feel like I'm putting a Rubik's Cube with a flimsy piece of rope.
I hate to repeat lines, to say the same damned thing. I try to rewrite cliches and make what I say sound fresh.
Golfers don't scream. Golfers just adjust the pleats in their pants and go from there. That's about as antagonistic as we get.
He's got an overall flair for the game. It looks to me like he really loves what he does and he can't wait to get up in the morning, go hit some balls and go play.
The first time I played a PGA Tour event at Tucson was 1975. I came off the course on Sunday feeling very good about myself. I'd finished at even par, and I knew I could play even better if I worked at it.
I'm nearsighted in my right eye, have glaucoma in my left, and the nerves in my hands are on Medicare. Basically, I'm on the wrong end of a short sale.
In Valdosta, Ga., during a mini-tour event, a player named James Black bet me $20 he could put five golf balls in his mouth and then close his mouth all the way. I tried it but could get only two in there.