editor’s letter
First, I’m
going
to
a p o l o g i z e.
I gave Jake
the topic this
month, and
it looks like he had a lot to say
on it. Well, so do I. I watched
it with his bag on my back ...
and it was definitely ugly.
My playing credit for this
month is as a caddy. I caddied for Jake in the U.S. Open
qualifier, or as I would say,
non-qualifier. Jake started off
pretty good ... for one hole.
And then, well, it went bad for
the front, as he said. He did
a pretty good job of staying
calm. He only fussed at me
for talking to him, for looking
at him, for not looking at him
and overall, just breathing his
air. But, what are a few hissy
fits between a husband and
wife?
On the back, as he stood irritated on number 11, I pulled
out the best trick I have in the
bag of getting him un-grumpied. I tickled him right under the armpits. At first, he
tried to stay mad, but he just
couldn’t do it. While it didn’t
help on that hole (yet another bogey), he actually did pull
it together on the back and
posted a score to keep him
out of the 80s (snowman land,
as he called it). Amazing how
laughing a little helped him
get over himself. He won’t admit it, but it definitely turned
around the day. He was just ...
having fun.
And he couldn’t have been
that mad as he asked me to
follow him a week later in the
Louisiana Chapter Championship. I did, and he played
really well, despite my telling
him that one of his shots was
“interesting.” He didn’t like
that, but he birdied the hole
anyway. So there. It couldn’t
have been all that bad.
I really think he likes me
there irritating him. Maybe
it helps him “get over himself.” One of our golf pro
friends recently asked about
his non-golfer wife carrying
his bag in an upcoming tournament, and we both suggested it highly. Now, Jake did
take him off to the side a couple of times to warn him of
a few things when he thought
I wasn’t looking. Truth: it will
test your relationship, but it’s
stinkin’ fun carrying Jake’s
bag, and it’ll keep us married
for a while. I very much look
forward to doing it when I
can.
It’s due to that conversation that we are running
WifeCaddy, an article I wrote
the first time I caddied for
Jake – which also happened to
be a PGA Tour event. Check
it out, and let us know what
you think.
One more thing before I
sign off – hug your dad for Father’s Day. Jake and I miss his
dad dearly and wish we could
have just one more moment
with him. And it is because of
that desire that I dragged my
non-morning-loving tail out
of bed Memorial Day weekend to go fishing with my sweet
little daddy and my goofy little brother. Both of those guys
are wonderful daddies to their
little girls. And I absolutely
appreciate the sandwiches
made by another pretty good
father, my dad’s best fishing
pal Mr. Harry.
Dads are just great. And
since most golfers report their
fathers as the main influence
in this game that lasts a lifetime and teaches valuable
life lessons, I think this is the
perfect place to honor them.
Thank you all and happy Father’s Day!
Amber
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