I don’t know about you, but I think one of the greatest pleasures in golf is playing with a great caddie.
Sure, they save your back, help you navigate an unfamiliar golf course, and provide an extra pair of eyes and hands, but they are also cheerleaders, coaches, and sports psychologists.
On the other hand, playing with a bad caddie can really put a damper on your round.
On a recent trip to Scotland, I experienced what were probably the best and worst caddies I've ever had.
Without a doubt, my caddie, Jim, at Muirfield was phenomenal.
I admit to being a little paranoid when I saw him scribbling notes on the first couple of holes, but he was calculating the distances I hit each of my clubs so he could start making better recommendations.
It probably wasn't an accident that I shot my best score of the trip with him on my bag.
Jim also exhibited a great sense of humor, but without going overboard. I especially liked when he told me my birdie putt on the sixth hole was six inches out and quipped that it was, "a man’s six inches, not a ladies."
For the second visit in a row, I left Turnberry with a bad taste in my mouth regarding their caddie program.
Granted, we played late in the day on a Saturday, but the guy assigned to me, Ross, didn't appear as if he had never caddied before in his life.
At first, I was excited. On the first green, he got down into a Camilo Villegas' "Spiderman" stance and studied my putt with incredible care.
However, this was his advice: “It may go left… but it might go right."
Thanks, Ross. Very helpful.
On the second hole, I marked my ball on the green and handed it to him.
When it was my turn to putt, he handed it back to me, but it still had grass stains and clumps of mud on it.
Let's just say Ross' caddying -- and my round -- went downhill from there. But it did make for some great laughs during the trip.
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