Caddies Quotes

Then Lee Trevino and Jack Nicklaus come in. I'll caddie for Jack. ~ Chi Chi Rodriguez

When I push, the top part of the leg goes ahead of the bottom part, and you can hear a big plonk when it comes back. My caddie said 'What the hell was that?! ~ Jean Van De Velde

If a caddie can help you, you don't know how to play golf. ~ Dan Jenkins

My horse was in the lead, coming down the home stretch, but the caddie fell off. ~ Samuel Goldwyn

His guests found it fun to watch him make tea
mixing careful spoonfuls from different caddies. ~ James Hilton

Once when I'd been in a lot of bunkers, my caddie told me he was getting blisters from raking so much. ~ JoAnne Carner

There was a time when caddies couldn't wear shorts. ~ Dan Jenkins

Probably the best caddies are the smartest ones and the ones that are switched on mentally more than some of the others maybe. ~ Lee Westwood

All my life I had a rapport with black caddies. ~ Lee Trevino

Make friends with your caddie and the game will make friends with you. ~ Stephen Potter

It was a great honour to be inducted into the Hall of Fame. I didn't know they had a caddie division. ~ Bob Hope

My caddie 'Stovepipe' tried to talk me into hitting a 3-wood. But I took out the turf rider (4-wood) instead. The moment I hit it, I felt something in my bones. Walter Hagen was playing with me and Bobby Jones was on the green. 21 people were behind the green. The sun was going down. I wasn't sure it had gone in the hole until I saw all 21 people jumping up and down. ~ Gene Sarazen

Don't worry about your caddie. He may be an irritating little wretch, but for eighteen holes he is your caddie. ~ Arnold Haultain

The only time I talk on the golf course is to my caddie. And then only to complain when he gives me the wrong club. ~ Seve Ballesteros

I try to respect everybody out here: players, caddies, fans, media. ~ Phil Mickelson

According to the Captain of The Honorable Company of Edinburgh Golfers, striking your opponent or caddie at St Andrews, Hoylake or Westward Ho! meant that you lost the hole, except on medal days when it counted as a rub of the green. ~ Herbert Wind

I don't think anywhere is there a symbiotic relationship between caddie and player like there is in golf. ~ Johnny Miller

After dark on Saturday night one could stand on the first tee of the golf-course and see the country-club windows as a yellow expanse over a very black and wavy ocean. The waves of this ocean, so to speak, were the heads of many curious caddies, a few of the more ingenious chauffeurs, the golf professional's deaf sister--and there were usually several stray, diffident waves who might have rolled inside had they so desired. This was the gallery.

The balcony was inside. It consisted of the circle of wicker chairs that lined the wall of the combination clubroom and ballroom. At these Saturday-night dances it was largely feminine; a great babel of middle-aged ladies with sharp eyes and icy hearts behind lorgnettes and large bosoms. The main function of the balcony was critical. It occasionally showed grudging admiration, but never approval, for it is well known among ladies over thirty-five that when the younger set dance in the summer-time it is with the very worst intentions in the world, and if they are not bombarded with stony eyes stray couples will dance weird barbaric interludes in the corners, and the more popular, more dangerous, girls will sometimes be kissed in the parked limousines of unsuspecting dowagers.

But, after all, this critical circle is not close enough to the stage to see the actors' faces and catch the subtler byplay. It can only frown and lean, ask questions and make satisfactory deductions from its set of postulates, such as the one ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald