Undercover Caddie: Another caddie recalls his player's collapse at the Masters
"Saturday was bad, like, taken-off-the-telecast bad."
Editor's Note: This is one of two Undercover Caddie Masters collapse stories, if you can believe it. Check out the other one here . I remember every shot from those first two rounds.
The Masters is golf’s biggest party, and when you and your guy are going well, you’re the center of attention. Plus, you know, it’s Augusta National; if you can’t enjoy yourself playing that venue, get a new profession. What really sticks with me is what happened Friday night.
I returned to the house I was renting with three other caddies, and when I walked into the backyard where everyone was shooting the breeze, it fell silent. I wondered if I had done or said something wrong the night before, but it suddenly dawned on me what was up. The unwritten rule in baseball is that you’re not supposed to talk to a pitcher in the middle of a no-hitter.
That’s how the other caddies were treating me because my player and I would be playing in the final group on Saturday. My guy wasn’t the type of guy you would expect to be in that position. He had a win and had played in a Team USA event, but he was also someone most casual fans didn’t know.