Milwaukee Open, British Open, and Tom Watson

Posted by Mark on July 21st, 2009


Hey all,

Bittersweet, that’s all there is to say about last week; home without a job but it’s really not home any more. Shawn and Cindy were gracious; they let me and Alaskan Dave crash at their place for the week while we searched for work. It was nice, I guess, seeing some old friends, my dog Zach, but I was ready to get out of their Tuesday after a futile job search. On Monday I thought my prospects were good but Tuesday morning there was large gathering of experienced caddies in the parking lot.

Going to Work for Tom Watson

Posted by Mark on May 17th, 2009


Going to Work for Tom Watson

Stoic is the first word that came to my mind. Tom Watson is a stoic champion. Eight Majors that is all you have to say. In 1992 I was standing on the eighth green at Pebble Beach and looked towards the cliff. Tom was standing at the edge surveying his domain and the sun was setting behind him, very stoic. The straw hat and hands on hips created an awesome memory, now I get to work for him, what an experience.

Bruce Edwards Remembered

Posted by Mark on March 17th, 2009

Click Here!How to break 80!!!!

Everybody told me to go to the Post Office, someone would help me with accomadations. My duffel bag was slung over my shoulder and I went searching for the bar. Usually, at every tournament site there is a caddy bar. You can find your buddies and pick their brain, what’s left of it, about a cheap motel, restaraunt, or general knowledge about the area. I wasn’t expecting this treatment, but it sure made my week easier.

First Hole: Learning the Ropes and Having all Sorts of Fun

Posted by Mark on January 29th, 2009


A quick look at my first couple weeks on tour

1988 was a blur, both physically and emotionally. I was escaping from a bit of misery, learning a new occupation, and trying to establish relationships with folks who didn’t want to be bothered with a new kid on the block. The grizzled veterans scoffed at my exuberance and didn’t want some veteran caddy’s brother tugging at their pant legs talking about golf. They had seen it all, done it all, when caddies had it tough. A naive newcomer wasn’t welcomed in the ranks. These guys remembered days “professional caddies” weren’t allowed to work certain tournaments, when there were signs announcing, “public welcome, no caddies allowed.


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