Interesting take. Interesting outcome.
Like Duke Kahanamoku used to say, the best surfer on the beach is the guy who is having the most fun.
Question for you golfers…the group you usually play with, more like…
Or
I’ve played with both, particularly when I played in the gangsomes, and though I have a much better time playing with the “Al Czeviks,” I find that I can elevate my game easier against the a-hole “Judge Smails” types. Can’t stand the thought of losing to a jackass.
Ever loop for the Lama himself?I’ve been around golf for most of my life (I’m 48 now). I’ve caddied at many places around the country and I’ve found that every place is a bit like Bushwood. There’s an Al Cervik, a Ty Webb, a Carl and a Danny Noonan everywhere. The characters are the same, only the names change.
Probably stiffed him on the tipEver loop for the Lama himself?
Probably stiffed him on the tip
So which grip do you use? Interlocking? Vardon? 10 finger? Any particular reason other than that’s what somebody taught you initially?
When I was first learning, I was taught the interlocking. As I played more and got a little better and was reading on the game, I realized I was holding the club with a death grip. Not only was I having a terrible time leaving the face open through contact, but I was destroying my grips in no time. Changed to the Vardon and things got better. Controlling the club face was easier. Might’ve just been consciously knowing I was gripping too tight. Anyhow, that was over 30 years ago and I haven’t felt the need to change my grip since.
Summer of 1969 I caddied at the Broadmoor at the base of Cheyenne Mountain near Colorado Springs. Dow Finsterwald was the pro there. He held a senior invitational (I dont think it was an official PGA event) and the caddy master stuck me with a miserable old bastard. He played terrible, threw clubs and blamed me every chance he could. After the round he dissapeared, no tip, and that's all we got was tips. I complained to the caddy master and he said, "Oh yeah, that reminds me--he did the same thing last year."Probably stiffed him on the tip
Summer of 1969 I caddied at the Broadmoor at the base of Cheyenne Mountain near Colorado Springs. Dow Finsterwald was the pro there. He held a senior invitational (I dont think it was an official PGA event) and the caddy master stuck me with a miserable old bastard. He played terrible, threw clubs and blamed me every chance he could. After the round he dissapeared, no tip, and that's all we got was tips. I complained to the caddy master and he said, "Oh yeah, that reminds me--he did the same thing last year."
Haha! Not far off from that, but no tie and golfers hadn't used hickory shafts for some time. One of the others in the foursome felt bad for me and gave me a ten for taking his clubs out to his car. The mountain course at the Broadmoor is a bastard to caddy carrying the big leather bags from that era (similar to Al Czervik's bag but without the wet bar). Most people I caddied for were nice folks and tipped well. Some of the Mexican caddies carried two bags and pulled two rounds a day. Those guys were awesome. At 14 years old all I could manage was 1 round--my dad would drop me off about 6:30 a.m, then if no ride home (1 car fam, dad at work) the walk back to Widefield, Co. was about 10 miles--thankfully mostly downhill.@wrpgator Dang. The old guy wasn’t Ben Dover, by chance? Sounds more like Judge Smails, only Smails had more of a giving heart. We’re you something like this?