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...