May 26 2011
Hit ‘em long and straight
Pre-Ramble: After a weekend of nothing but golf and more golf, I have been introduced to a whole new, life-altering concept — The Caddie.
By way of background, a group of us went for a golf weekend at the Whistling Straits Golf Course in Wisconsin (shown at right). One of the most “challenging, expansive and elegant golf destinations in the world … site of the 2004 PGA Championship“ … blah, blah … “Sculpted out of rugged, windswept terrain along the western shore of Lake Michigan … “ … Suffice it to say that the course was well-designed, tough and full of surprises.
Houston, we have a problem. I totally had no business being out there. I have played 18 holes maybe 3 times in my life, at courses that were nowhere near as challenging as this. Seriously, when I stepped onto the first tee-box I thought I was looking at the lunar surface … Grassy mounds as far as the eye could see, punctuated by clusters of sand traps that can only be described as evil. I’m not even going to talk about the series of holes that clung to the edge of Lake Michigan … basically, one continuous water hazard.
If I hadn’t been with some very good friends (and wearing a brand new golf outfit), I would have run from the course screaming faster than my husband could say “That’s another quadruple-bogie for you, Honey …” I knew, however, that in order to feel good about life, I needed to get out there and give it a go; no matter what. I was resigned to my fate … I had to play that round … and then …
Enter, … the Caddie.
OMG – where has this service sector been all my life?? Up until this point, I had always thought that a caddie was some young punk you paid to snicker during your backswing. Technically, …
“… a caddy (or caddie) is the person who carries a player’s bag and clubs, and gives insightful advice and moral support. A good caddy is aware of the challenges and obstacles of the golf course being played, along with the best strategy in playing it. This includes knowing overall yardage, pin placements and club selection.”
Well, hello; come to mama!! Turns out that the caddie assigned to my friend and I was the golf equivalent of Richard Gere in American Gigolo. He was amazing (in his appointed golf duties, I mean). He not only carried our bags, cleaned our clubs and provided pertinent yardage to the holes, he also gave invaluable off-hand advice on how and where to hit each shot, and just the right amount of moral support to mitigate ”errant events.”
This guy was a professional. Part butler, coach, trainer, shrink and fairy-god-mother, he knew every inch of that golf course and had enough social awareness to maintain a conversation with anyone about nearly any topic. He was steady, proactive and resourceful. The proper club always magically appeared in his outstretched hand, and among other feats, I swear I saw him rappelling down into a snake pit to fetch my ball.
Even though we were playing on a super tough course … in the driving rain (my shoes were so drenched that I had to buy another pair to play the next day), this round was easily the best of my life. I attribute my level of enjoyment and upgraded level of play directly to the caddie’s attentiveness to the strategic and administrative aspects of the game, which then freed up my mind to focus on the singular task at hand.
The Take-Away: How much more effective would we all be in our appointed rounds if we had a way to off-load the barrage of extraneous activity running in the “background” of our brains? Simplification and organization are two strategies that can foster a more fluid state of focus, and then, what I’m thinking would really be helpful is to have a life caddie. … Somebody to attend to the minutiae of the day, … cooking, gardening, grocery shopping, house-keeping, laundry, fixing random stuff, listening, advising, suggesting … waiting around to see if anything needs fetching …
How awesome would this be?? And, it would free me up to focus on other stuff … thinking brilliant thoughts or reading obscure books, … or busting open that big blank canvas and painting a masterpiece … Or, maybe actually learning how to golf …


