
Originally Posted by
dino da vinci
Golf is a beautiful game.
I'm a kid, caddying, carrying two golf bags in a foursome of 75% miserable humans. It's the first time the caddy master chose me, and I remember being pleased it paid 12 dollars for the four hours I'd be out on the links. I guess the other caddy handled the flagstick for the early holes, but then at some point it was my turn.
So I'm holding the flagstick waiting for the guy to putt, when I hear a voice behind me.
Voice: Hey, you're standing in my line!
D da V: Yes, he's putting next and it'll be your turn. (I then turn my attention back to the man who is about to putt).
Voice: (Louder than the first time) HEY! You're standing in my line!!!
D da V: Yes, you'll have your turn AFTER he has his.
VOICE: HEY! YOU'RE STAN...
D da V: I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN! HIS TURN, THEN, YOUR TURN!
The guy in the group with the sense of humor is dying. He asks me if it's the first time carrying clubs? I told him it was, and he asked me if I knew what he meant by 'in his line'? I told him, actually, uhm, no. He showed me how I had to stand and anticipate where all four shots were coming from and stand as such so to be careful that the imprints left by my shoes don't compromise any of the players putts.
So...
Following week I get selected to go out again and I draw one of the old cranks who spots me and says...
Old Crank: You! I hope you caddy better!
Me: (And I don't know why this came out of my mouth, but...) I hope you shoot better!
That outing goes uneventful. However...
Three months later I've now been carrying the whole summer, and on the back nine as they're telling golf stories about their associates, this story I just shared surfaced, (although they had the wrong course) about how Old Man So n So, and when the guy gets to the punch line he says, 'kid doesn't miss a beat, tells him I hope you shoot better!'
And I just thought that would be a good time to leave well enough alone.