By Noah Enright
As I walk onto the majestic golf course and glance down the sprawling par four with peaceful water to the right and manicured sand to the left I often ask myself, “Is this heaven?” Heaven maybe, but when I first began caddying a devil in the shape of a massive cherry red golf bag comes to mind.
I had just turned 14 when I started caddying and my golf experience consisted of hitting an orange ball through a windmill at the local putt putt. My first loop was on an early Saturday morning, my mom dropped me off into an empty parking lot while the sun was still fast asleep. I waited in line outside the caddy shack while dive bombing mosquitos attacked me at my most vulnerable spots. The caddy master handed me my chit assignment and thus began the bittersweet beginning that I would have with the game of golf. Continue reading