About two weeks ago I had the pleasure of being a caddy at the Charles Schwab Cup at Harding Park in San Francisco. A friend set me up with the loop.
We were to be caddying for amatuers in the Wednesday Pro-Am.
Beforehand, I asked around for caddying advice. I was told to know the yardages of the course. Problem with that is Harding Park is a TPC course, a very busy course, and no one can just walk up and ask to take yardages of the place.
I was told to show up, keep up and shut up. I could do that!
So I showed up with a friend on Pro-Am day.
When we showed up, I was kinda overwhelmed. There were about a hundred men waiting around for a bag. They all seemed to know what they were talking about.
We were assigned a tee time. Our pro was Peter Senior. He had success on the European and Austrailian tours. My amatuer was a woman who was a executive for Chevron. Her home course was The Olympic Club. She said she plays there like I say I play Green Tree Golf Club in Vacaville......no big deal. I only wish I had access to Olympic Club.
At first it was awkward. I didn't know her game. So I just asked what she wanted after each shot.
At about the turn we started getting comfortable with each other. It got to the point of me just handing her a club and it was the right choice. Great minds think alike!
After the round she gave me a $50 tip. Plus I got $60 for the loop. Not bad at all.
I was exhausted after the round. My friend and I had dinner at Chevy's. I think I fell asleep on the way home.
Would I do it again? Maybe. I would rather play.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
I have mentioned before I took up golf during the summer of 1993. I played with hand me down Jack Nicklaus Golden Bear irons. I was grateful for the gift, but they were really beat up. But I used them.
Then later that year I was taking lessons at Bing Maloney Golf Course. In the pro shop there was a Christmas sale. There was a set of Spalding Executive irons (3 iron thru pitching wedge) and three metal woods for less than a $100!
They should have stamped sucker on my forehead after I bought them. They were junk. Or at least I thought they were junk. As a novice, it was probably my lack of a coordinated golf swing that led me to believe the clubs were junk. I had a wicked slice. And I think with me gripping them and ripping them, I would dribble the ball a few yards down the fairway.
They were also the ugliest clubs you ever saw. When I would be at the driving range, I was surrounded by people with Lynx, Ben Hogan or Calloway Big Bertha irons. Owning a set of Pings were out of the question. So I used what I could afford at the time. I was embarrassed by them.
After awhile I grew frustrated with them and GAVE THEM AWAY!! Thats how much I hated those clubs.
Just a few minutes ago, I was browsing on a golf website I belong to, and someone had a post about those old clubs. It brought back memories and made me smile.