Anonymous Questions with PGA Tour Players
...on a Charter from Cabo to Bermuda I started writing about my time in Cabo and hated it. So I scrapped it. You don't want to read a half-hearted Murda article — I wouldn't either. So picture this...
You know how I've spent my allocated date-planning time this morning? Doing a top 10 ranking of items on the Del Campo website. Priorities. She can wait. (Between you and me — I'm procrastinating b...
This is probably going to read more like something you might read on my personal blog. A lot of the feedback I've gotten about the Caddie Chronicles is that you guys like the untethered, honest me....
The Friday Routine and Jackson, MS
Friday Round, time-stamped. We are switching it up this week. More substance, less impulse. So, instead of our typical cadence of the random collection of my thoughts on the city/town/golf course t...
What does Napa have in common with Puerto Vallarta, Punta Cana, and Lake Tahoe? They’re all destinations that make way more sense with your significant other than with your childhood best friend. T...
Life on the road flies by. Days become weeks. Weeks blend into a month. Blink, and I’m in a different city. Time, merely a reference point, whizzes by. It’s almost August. A steady recipe of: fligh...
There is never anything fun about missing a cut. A cut-and-dry (no pun intended) indication that you aren’t where you want to be. But, that’s sometimes the rub of the green. After we finished up pr...
As I’m writing this, I’m in a pitch black hotel room in Moline, IL. Riedel is passed out in the bed to my left. Billie Eilish humming through my headphones, just the right vibe to jot a few notes d...
When I graduated from the University of Houston last May, I thought I had the next 18 months mapped out: first, caddie for my childhood friend (Matthew Riedel) on the Korn Ferry Tour for eight tour...