"My career, my life, has been about overcoming adversity. I brought Lee Elder to South Africa to break that barrier in my country, but [to anti-apartheid protesters] I was guilty by association. At the PGA Championship in 1969, they threw ice at my face, threw telephone books at the top of my backswing, said they would kill me. I had policemen guarding me. It cost me seven strokes, and I lost by one. But I'm tough. I'm a fighter. Being small made me work harder. Arnie and Jack were physically stronger, but I was fitter. I worked on it. They didn't. I became a champion because I suffered. My mother died when I was 8. My brother fought in World War II. My father worked 12,000 feet underground mining for gold. That toughens you. When I stepped onto the course, I was stepping into the ring, fighting for my life. If I was going to finish last, I'd fight to finish second to last. Tiger and I are alike. Off the course, I laugh and joke. On the course, I didn't speak to my children, my wife I was in another world. My idea of fun is being on my ranch with my family and friends. Coming down the line at the Masters with six people trying to beat you? That's not fun. That's a battle."