Undercover Caddie: Why the Masters is the most stressful tournament
My kids say that for one of my favorite weeks of the year, I don’t seem to enjoy the Masters very much, and my wife says I’m unusually curt and anxious. They’re right, of course, but they don’t have to figure out the wind at Golden Bell. I love the Masters.
It’s the Holy Grail of American golf. If you’re there, you matter. But there’s also a reason why Harbour Town, where most of us head afterward, is beloved on tour; it’s the first time we can exhale in a week.
Caddies are generally a loose bunch, but everyone is wound a little tight at Augusta National. Conversations are more formal, and we stick to our job. The club and its members treat us well, and we want to reciprocate, but we always feel like we’re being watched when we’re on the property.
We know one slip-up could send us packing. It’s just hard to be comfortable, and, no, I’m not talking about the white overalls we have to wear. (For the record, I really dig them, although I’ve had toaster ovens that didn’t run as hot as those suits.
) Adam Glanzman MORE: A fascinating look inside a Masters caddie's yardage book What’s at stake also plays into the tension. I never get used to a missed cut there. I don’t necessarily expect my player and I to win, but it still hurts to walk away without that green jacket.
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