Get a caddy. They really make things fun – even if you can’t golf.
I’m a horrible golfer – really – so I was more than a little nervous to have a caddy watch my bad shots. I was sooo wrong. Our caddy was awesome. He helped me with my grip – my swing – and my putting. When we were on the 16th hole, right up next to houses ranging from $50 – $70 MILLION dollars (thats more than I make in a MONTH) he went on ahead so that he could see where our shots landed. When I teed off, I had a horrible drive and my ball popped up high and to the right – headed right towards those fancy homes. I covered my eyes as I heard a loud bang – cringing because I thought my ball had impaled someones million dollar patio set – my caddy yelled SAFE!!! and doubled over with laughter as I rushed up to find out what kind of trouble I was in.
When I finally got to my caddy – he was standing by my ball which was right in the middle of the fairway. Apparently it had hit the roof of a MOVING car, bounced off, and landed in the fairway. My caddy said that he had been a caddy for about 8 years, and had never seen anything like it. The car, by the way, never even slowed down.
Even though my golfing sucked – I had a great time. And it’d good to know that I will be talked about on the 16th hole at Pebble Beach for eternity.
