I am behind the scorer’s desk again this week and Rob’s brother, Bear, is on the bag. It is an experiment that could either go very badly or, …… not too badly. My instructions to Bear were along the lines of : You are being paid to do a job. Sometimes we don’t like what we have to do but you have to deliver on your contract. A caddy’s job is pretty much – show up, keep up, shut up (courtesy of legendary caddy, Willie McRae). My instructions to Rob were to the effect of: He knows what he is doing. Listen to him. At least, just be nice.
After the round, the first thing out of Bear’s mouth: He did not follow instructions at all on 18. I told him not to let go of the bag downhill while I was writing up the score and he did. He let the bag run, it turned sideways and flipped, and Rob went flying over it and twisted his knee. Other than that Rob said I was a much better caddy than you or dad.
Me to Rob : You rate Bear better than daddy and me ?
Rob : Yes. He’s less complicated.
I suppose we can say that it didn’t go too badly.