Mark’s Kaddy Korner

By the time I’d gathered my luggage and boarded the Houston-Hobby airport rental car shuttle bus my long sleeve t-shirt was drenched with sweat. Our rather rotund bus driver announced, “Don’t worry honey, you ain’t gonna havta worry about the heat, it’s fixin’ to get real cold this afternoon. I can’t wait; I’m tired of sweating this year.” She was right; Houston experienced some God awful weather the next five days.

If you haven’t heard of Caddy for a Cure yet, you likely will this upcoming 2008 PGA TOUR season. As a professional golf fan, a lover of the sport, the family member, friend or associate of a golfer, it’s one of the most exciting opportunities in professional sports to take advantage of. And for those who have already experienced Caddy for a Cure, the planning and anticipation for the next opportunity is filling calendars, conversations and gift lists.

Strange Happenings at British Open

We all watched the drama on TV and listened to the announcers explain Watson’s incredible run for the Claret Jug, but the last few days at Glen Abbey I got a better look from the guys inside the ropes. Sitting around the old Dorfman estate turned monastery turned golf course I watched and listened to everyone walking alongside Watson on the weekend. Matthew Goggin, Steve Marino, and their caddies witnessed history, almost. Every time they spoke about their experience a small crowd of caddies, players, and volunteers gathered, listening intently. We couldn’t get enough; we almost witnessed the greatest achievement in golf.

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My favorite afternoon on tour, bar none………hope you enjoy it also.

Some guys are just naturally nice guys. They don’t try anything special, they just go about being nice without forcing it down your throat. It’s just the way they are, I guess. Freddie “Boom-Boom” Couples is probably the statistical leader in this category. My first encounter with him was at a little bar in Orlando. I was visiting my brother in the mid-eighties, we were out for the evening and in walked Freddie. It was just a little local neighborhood place and Fred was by himself. He ordered a Coke, joined us and chatted for awhile. When he left my brother said he’d be one of the next superstars so I began following his career.

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.