Q-School is hard for everyone. Not like “man why did I take Japanese in college” hard, either. I’m talking about “this is what I want to do with my life for the next year” hard.
The last couple of weeks have flown. Literally. The last time I wrote I was destined for caddie greatness out on the Futures Tour, and I like to think I found it.
Our alarm sounded at 2:30 a.m., and let me tell you, it hurt! Katie (Kempter, a University of Denver graduate) and I had scheduled a car service to pick us up from Crossville at 3 a.m. so that we could make the two-hour journey to the Nashville airport with relative ease.
In the last 10 days I have visited five different states, slept under four different roofs, and played in three different golf tournaments. In light of this, my next installment will in fact be two ... parts that is.
It’s amazing what players can learn when they leave their home country to play competitive golf. You learn more about the game, the world and about yourself.
We used to say on the team that it was a cold day when you could see your own breath when teeing off, or that it’s windy when the pin bends over during gusts.
As far as I’ve traveled and as long as I’ve journeyed, I still believe it’s hard to beat the smell of Australian country on a fresh winter’s day.
I do most of my writing while I’m travelling. I don’t know if it’s because the not-so-soothing sound of an engine brings out my pensive reflections or whether it’s the only time I truly get to sit back and let the week’s events digest.