Our "forecaddy", Shad, chased down errant balls, cleaned our clubs, and told us where we should place our shots. He was able to make suggestions such as "try to land it about 30 feet to the left of the pin" without a trace of irony. Everyone in our party knew that if even one of us made the green in regulation that that would be a minor miracle.
We played a version of Scramble, where we took the best of the four shots to set up the next one. We finished four over par (the winning team was 5 under). With Shad obviating the need to find balls in the rough, the beer flowing freely, and T-shirt weather in early February, it doesn't get much better than this. © 2007 Stephen Yuen
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