wifecaddy
by Amber Narro (original story published in Inside Northside in 2004
He had seen Scott Laycock,
with whom he had played in
New Orleans, and they had
talked about Ben Curtis,
the other member of their
threesome. Yes, that’s right;
the 2003 British Open
Champion had played with
my husband at the HP
Classic.
But now, after beginning
to feel a little like he might
belong there, this was a kink
in the enthusiasm. I don’t
think Jake blinked for a full
five minutes. Then I looked
at him and confidently said,
“I’ll do it.” His shock turned
to fear. He was speechless,
and then he realized he
might not have a choice.
My stomach turned The WifeCaddy was born.
I had caddied only once
when I saw the first bit
of panic cause creases in before, in the practice round
Jake’s forehead. His caddy for the HP Classic. But this
had called. He had mixed was for real. I searched
up the dates and couldn’t the Internet, grilled my
make The 2003 Southern nervous husband, and then
Farm Bureau Classic. This had a panic attack. This
was only Jake’s third PGA was really happening. I
Tour experience ever. He really was going to have to
had been exempted into the strap a 35-pound bag on
event because of his title of my shoulders and try to
2002 Player of the Year for look like I knew what I was
the Gulf States Section of doing, eve