I spent hours as a kid on the putting green of the local golf course imagining I was sinking a putt to win the Masters.

Anything over-handed, I do left-handed. Like throwing a ball or serving in tennis. Otherwise, right-handed, like writing and shaving.

I was not great behind the counter. I had a week off without asking for it. Another time, we had a cart go up in flames, and we went out on another cart, which we wrecked by running it into the cart that was on fire.

This golf course, you miss a shot a little bit off-line, it's going to bite you.

If I thought I had hurt my chances of winning another major just because I was chasing money around, I'd wind up kicking myself.

When I'm on with my putting, I'm as good a putter as there is, probably.

Out here, it's just you and the ball.

You just don't have the time to worry about what others are doing. You just want to take care of your own business. You are focused on that tee shot on the 10th tee and making it to the finish line. It's one of the most stressful moments in professional golf, but you have worked so hard to get to that point, that it really is fun.

A lot of my buddies also played golf, but when it came to going to the beach or on the boat and chasing girls, they usually went that way and I went to the golf course.

You can be six behind on the back nine and still win the tournament.

The fame aspect of winning the Masters... besides being married and becoming a father, that's a strong third there.

As for my country, I don't live there, but obviously I'm very proud to be Canadian.