Iznad Golf Blog

I am a caddie on the Old and so many stories have I seen unfold.

Approaching the starter, hoping there has been no booking disaster. That it hasn’t been a dream or a cruel joke that the course actually exists and it’s not just a golfing myth that’s the feeling of approaching the Old.

Then to pay and amble over my way to the shack that’s been there before time began where you stay. Asking the boss for a caddie who’s knows the track can get you round cause you really appreciate being here. The boss winks with his eye and says I know the guy who can do the job that you need I will send him straight out he is one of our best breed.

So up I go rudely awakened from my game of cards, I was just starting to enjoy the banter with the lads, chewin the fat, talking of the day so bright and how wee Jimmy’s last golfer wasn’t so far from shite.

I approach my man and say hello and ask him if he knows where to go. They stammer or shout stumble or mumble, be gracious or obnoxious tall or short, focused and keen ready to play the round of their dreams.

And crack away we go on the bridge we are on the go walkin and talkin making a connection both lookin for a similar affection bound in a common desire to play the Old with all our guile and patience and skill and learning and tips and quips and power and strength, both mental and lean a sight to be seen for sure when the ball fly’s over the burn and heads for the pin and the shout goes go in go in. Although it never does am tellin yae man it’s a hell of a buzz.

So up we step to knock in the three man oh man the old heart is pounding with glee. Or is it in trepidation to be standing on the the birth place of the golfing nation. Or is a lag to secure the four because my hands are so shaky I don’t know if I can handle any more and I don’t want to make a five from fifteen feet it’s only the first hole and I’m already beat.

Should I just surrender and let the story unfold or should I stand up and be counted bold on the Old. God knows my mind is wreck and then there’s a hand on my shoulder saying ok man knock it in, right edge pal let the fun begin don’t leave it short or get it caught in your nighty cause I won’t forget it and I WILL give you mighty.

Jesus its only hole number one my minds a wreck but oh my god it’s so much fun.

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