Putting Butcher: "Sorry 'Mayes', how did I ever forget you from that last tournament? Oh wait, you didn't make the cut did you? Didn't even finish under par. I think you're on a lucky run that's gonna end. I don't think you can take the pressure of being in the lead. You're hearing the footsteps. You're getting tired. You're gonna fade. You're a flash in the pan. And if you really want at it, put on some gloves, get in the ring, and I'll REALLY show you where it's at. You probably couldn't even lift the dumbbell I'm using as a pillow and it's probably got a higher IQ than you too. I'd ask you to bring it Mays, but there's nothing there to bring."
This tour could stand a few rivalries. There's been too much pleasantry.
