"When I was coming up, my father (Fred Venturi, left) never told me I was any good, because he wanted me to keep going. I'd say, 'How about that, Dad, I won the city championship.' And he'd say, 'You know how many cities there are in this country?' I'd win the state amateur, and he'd say, 'You know how many states there are?'
When I won the Open, his response was, 'Now you've got to prove that it wasn't a fluke.'
One night at dinner, I was going on about myself, telling my dad how good I thought I was, and I'll never forget this. He said, 'Son, when you're as good as you are, you can tell everybody. When you're really good, they'll tell you.'
That was the last time I ever told anyone how good I was."