Look Out for Daddy Caddies

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There are really great things about a relationship between dads and daughters. I have an especially unusual relationship with my dad. Not only is he a great dad, but also a great swing coach and a great mentor. And now he's trying to be a great LPGA Tour caddy.
 
Let me just give you a little clue how it is with the caddies. What I've been able to tell so far is that they are very territorial. There are only 132-144 players every week, so when someone brings a new caddy into the mix that takes a job away from someone that has been out here for awhile.
 
Well, it is then twice as bad when you not only bring a new caddy, but a new daddy caddy. But the way I look at it is this - I trust him more than I would anyone else and he is free. What more could you want out of a caddy?
 
My dad is not a stranger to professional golf. He played on the PGA TOUR in the 70s. Yes that's right, in the 70s. I am the youngest of four and my parents waited to have the last two of us when they were nearly 40.
 
So my dad is 65 and he just had his hip replaced about three months ago. He has always caddied for me but not with a tour bag. The bag alone weighs about 40 lbs., because I, of course, have to have my phone, my rain gear, my umbrella, my ball, gloves, tees, clubs and whatever else I can fit into it. He has made it so far.
 
So some might ask, is it actually a good idea to have a daddy caddy? The following is a list of situations that will hopefully shed light on the idea:
 
Situation 1
Place: Mexico City
Hole: 11

Incident: We were riding in carts in Mexico City because the golf course is actually dangerous to walk. At the beginning of the week we were given golf-cart rule sheets. Rule No. 3 stated in bold letters, 'Only the player and caddy are allowed in the cart.' So most people would think that when the caddy reads that, that they would actually process it. Not my daddy caddy. He is such a nice person that when a photographer asked for a ride my dad said sure!!! I thought for sure that I was disqualified. Lucky for me it never stated a penalty when it gave the rule. Actually, I should say lucky for my dad. So that was the first deduction in pay.
 
Situation 2
Place: Superstition Mountain, AZ
Hole 11: (coincidence?)

Incident: The tour bags, as I stated, are pretty heavy, so any chance my dad gets to not lay it on the ground and stand it up instead, he does it. But this time he decides to place it right on the edge of the deepest bunker on the whole golf course. It was just a practice round and I was on the other side of the green and all the sudden I heard a CRASH, roll, CRASH, my husband, who was out walking with us, laughing, and my dad saying, 'Sarah I am so sorry. Thats right: my bag went tumbling right into the bunker. Deduction in pay No. 2.
 
Situation 3
Place: Transportation van, Mexico City
Hole: Lucky for us we were not on one!

Incident: As a daddy caddy you have to be extra careful not to do anything wrong. It was about 6 a.m. and we were getting into a transportation car to go to the golf course. It was a Suburban and if you have one you know how hard it is to get into the very back of them. Well, my dad decided that he was going to try. He handed his coffee over to Herbie (my husband) and started to climb his way in, grunting and groaning the whole way. Needless to say the coffee was not far enough away from him and he knocked it all over the girl sitting in front and all over the hand of the girl sitting next to Herbie. Of course, he apologized profusely. The girl who got most of it was fine but the girl who had it spilled just on her hand acted like it was about to kill her. When we got out of the car I said, Dad, from now on just sit in the front. Deduction in pay No. 3.
 
Situation 4
Place: Superstition Mountain, Ariz., driving range

Incident: So it was after the practice round and I was at the driving range starting to hit balls. My dad and Herbie had just been down in the caddy area eating some breakfast. My dad walks up to the driving range and says to me, Do you want me to shoot that flag with the range finder so you know how far it is? Of course, I am very happy that he asked because that is what a paid caddy would do, so I said yes. Well my dad goes to get the range finder out of the bag and it is nowhere to be found. I dont know if you are aware of the expense of a range finder: the good ones go for about $450. Most of the time as a professional, you get equipment for free or with a big discount. But not range finders and they are a hot commodity. My dad had left the range finder in the caddy room for just anyone to take. He said he would be right back and lucky for us it was still there. Herbie had his eye on it and I am actually surprised that Herbie didnt hide it to teach my dad a lesson! Deduction in pay No. 4.
 
So what's my answer to the question, 'Is it smart to have a daddy caddy?' I would say I would have it no other way. How else would I stay entertained all day!!
 
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