Whining drives me crazy……… although of course we’re all a little frustrated having to wait through 3 hours of thunder delays. Rob’s 2:45 pm tee time eventually got off at 5:35 along with Bear’s sudden death playoff (he having tee’d off at 9:21 am).
But the whining when things went a little wobbly despite out driving his 2 stronger playing partners off the first tee – I’m hitting so badly ………. My 7 iron is going further than my 5 iron ……… My distances are all over the place …….. Ugh !
And then, like a ray of sun-light appearing unexpectedly behind an ominous mass of cloud, there was Max who took over for the last 6 holes. Unfortunately, and uncharacteristically, with even less success that I had managed till then. Max said Rob just couldn’t get off the tee (not a problem earlier). I asked Rob after the fact what went wrong : Daddy started telling me everything that was wrong with my drives. I just got confused.
I should have stayed with him. I know better.
Today’s score was not good, but let me tell you why (assuming Rob continues with golf over the next few years) I believe he will develop into a real Force to be reckoned with out there:
First, he is honest and plays straight up to a fault. He knows exactly how many times he hits that ball and that number goes down. It doesn’t matter if no-one else is counting or no-one sees a sand shot stay there. This mentality is not necessarily the rule in junior golf, which is unfortunate.
Second, as ungracious as he can be to me, he is unfailingly complimentary and supportive of his fellow players.
Third, he likes the game. He enjoys being on the practice range and working with his coach. At some point, I imagine, it will click that practice should be smart and less social. At some point, I hope, he will find consistency in his distances and whine less about how he hits his 7 iron further than his 5 (which is not actually true if the 5 is hit purely!)
Until then (or until he fires me and pushes his own damn cart) I’ll suck it up, clean up, keep up and (maybe) shut up. This is, after all, the ‘industry’ definition of what a caddy should do. And maybe at some point I’ll develop into a good one. May the Force be with me !