I always enjoy the funny stories that the caddies tell after a day on the golf course. I hope you will too. I'd love to video one of our dinners after a busy caddy event, but my caddies frown on that. Think gut busting laughs.
Over the summer, Eddie greeted his golfer. Reggie was in the same group. The golfer looked confused.
Golfer: WAIT A MINUTE. I JUST MET ANOTHER SHENANIGAN (Tank). HOW MANY OF THERE ARE YOU OUT HERE?
Ed: OH, WELL THERE ARE 4 OF US CADDYING TODAY. SOUNDS LIKE YOU'VE MET MY BROTHERS. I HAVE A SISTER ON ANOTHER HOLE WHO'S ALSO A CADDY.
Golfer: SERIOUSLY? THAT'S CRAZY.
*last summer we had 5 caddies. Imagine how that info would've blown his mind.
One day, Mini busted a gut laughing as she told us that she was on a hole with a caddy who just announced that he needed to leave.
Mini (eyes bugging out of her head): HUH?
* She thought what on earth? This goes against caddy code. It isn't done. It reminds me of a scene in Caddy Shack when Jim Belushi puts down the bag in the storm (caddying for the priest?) and runs away.
The kid had a boy scout event. He should've skipped caddying or been sure to get a loop by a certain time in order to make his event. No one, and I mean NO ONE, leaves a golfer/bag behind . . . (sounds a little like a military operation, right?). You can't walk away from your golfer on the course unless there is some sort of emergency. So funny.
The kids' cousin, Alan, who's Reggie's age caddied last summer and the year before. He hasn't shown up this summer. Last summer, Tim, the caddy master and the most sarcastic man alive, asked Alan if he could go back out for a second loop.
Alan: Um, well. My mom doesn't like me to do that.
Tim: staring blankly at him, raised his eyebrow to my kids standing nearby, as if to say: WHO'S THIS CLOWN? ARE YOU SURE HE'S RELATED TO YOU?
My kids came home, collectively shaking their heads. They were so embarrassed. ALAN'S SOFT, one of them said, as if they'd just discovered their cousin had a debilitating disease.
One weekend the 4 caddies carried bags in the big event known as the member/guest. It's the weekend when they make bank. And, they bring home stories.
They describe one guy as the most prolific swearing man alive. The club has had to speak to him about this.
Then there's a guy who is apparently jacked. He has a speck of hair on the very top of his head that is like a ball of fluff. Ed says he looks like a baby chick. (I died at this description) He also appears shiny - the kids think he rubs oil all over himself. I might be getting him confused with another guy, but I think he's also the one with a very strange voice.
Ed told a story about another caddy whose face was visibly distraught when a golfer said something very strange (I can't remember what that was, SEE - I need to tape these dinners). I thought the name sounded familiar, and I asked Ed if Lad had a beef with this caddy back in the day.
Ed: LAD HAD A BEEF WITH EVERY CADDY.
One golfer walked up to 'Fred', the guy Mini was caddying for and told Fred: DON'T DIS TRUMP. HE'S A FRIEND.
Fred is pretty sure that he was being confused with another golfer because this comment made no sense.
Fred (to Molly): HE MUST'VE CONFUSED ME WITH ANOTHER BROWN PERSON. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO BELONGS TO THIS COURSE.
Mini died that this guy approached Fred and said this AND on top of it, Fred was like WRONG BROWN PERSON all nonchalant. She described the guy as very chill.
Caddy season is wrapping up as the cold weather moves in, but there's always more laughs to be had next season. *I rub my hands together in anticipation.
Anyone else out there who knows a caddy with good stories? Or another summer employment that offers much entertainment? A show of hands of who would be interested in a Shenanigan rewrite of caddy shack? OK, that's just blasphemy, and my caddies would disown me if they knew I even considered this. Seriously though - I often think of what a funny documentary it would be to interview caddies. The stories, people - they're endless.