From the 'Dashboard':
of Mark Huber:


Mark Huber is a professional caddy currently working on the PGA Tour's Champions golf tour for Bob Gilder.   He's been caddying on the PGA Tour since 1988 and worked for over 70 different players on every tour over the years.   His main 'bags' were Bob Murphy, Doug Tewell, Raymond Floyd, Larry Rinker, Greg Twiggs, and Robert Gamez.  He's also 'looped' for Tom Watson, Curtis Strange, and Larry Nelson to name a notable few, plus countless other players on the PGA, Nationwide, LPGA, and Champions golf tours.   Mark has accumulated twenty wins and countless experiences during his tour caddy career and you can read more from Mark by clicking here at -  Mark's Kaddy Korner. 

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                                                                                                                                                                                           Mark Huber 08/19/13
                                                           
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'Kaddy Korner Dicks Sporting Goods: Champions Tour:

I'm not a happy camper at the moment and I'm half asleep while banging this out at 5:30 a.m. in the Akron/Canton airport on my way to Seattle. My flight was scheduled for last night, the Sea Hag is sitting in my buddy Al's driveway with some issues and I'm going to be late for our practice round in Snoqualmie. I just left possibly the best event on tour, apologies to Des Moines you switched courses on us, and a lot of wonderful friends.

Every year when we settle in for our week in Endicott there are many familiar faces and friends we haven't met. It's the year's biggest event, a golf tournament with a county fair atmosphere and they throw in a Tim McGraw concert on the 18th green Friday night. You really can't ask for any more, but I don't stick around for the late night festivities. Way to old I guess and after a couple hours of "people watching" on the first tee retaining wall, I'm ready for the couch and some Little League Baseball World Series.

Volunteers and caddies gather after duties are over and reminisce about the old B.C. Open days and watch the entire community stroll through the courtyard area. There were estimates of 25-30,000 people at the Friday night concert and I think I watched most of them gather before I left for the Endwell Greens farmhouse, my digs for the week. There were 8 caddies staying at the old, supposedly haunted, five bedroom farmhouse/B&B but it was quite sedate except for one minor altercation and someone playing with my feet a couple of nights.

Usually by August caddies and players are a bit testy. The summer heat, which didn't make it to the Susquehana River valley this week (supposedly there were snow flurries at the airport one morning) and long schedule starts grinding a bit and the boys get restless. Long story short, there was a caddy altercation Tuesday evening at a local watering hole. One went to the hospital that night and the other to jail Saturday, neither missing a tee time or a minute of work. We're a resilient bunch, aren't we?

My favorite Kino sandals threw a couple stitches while scurrying me thru Detroit airport, they don't make'em like they used. I'm trying to make Jim's deadline, procrastinators like me don't do well with deadlines, especially with my screwed up schedule. By the time I get to Seattle it'll be to late.

Endicott has been my favorite stop on tour since 1988. I'd rather sit on the retaining wall behind one tee than under the Magnolia behind Augusta's clubhouse. It's the people, everyone knows everyone, and they can't do enough for you. Keith, John, Billy and the rest of the caddy crew bend over backwards; every pro-am group is a blast, especially this year. By the third hole we were all old friends and as I was telling a Murph story from 1988 their mouths dropped. They were good friends with Murph's son-in-law, Rob. I've got a free room next year and they snuck me in the steak, lobster, and shrimp awards dinner Thursday night. I hid in the back corner, caddies aren't to be seen or heard at these functions.

A practice round with Funk and Goodes Tuesday cost us a few skins, but Fred, the big winner bought lunch at the Big Dipper Ice Cream and BBQ. Outdoor seating only and the best BBQ chicken I've inhaled in a long time. Like I said the two pro-ams were great, we made zero putts so I figured he was saving them for the week. Wrong, bogey-bogey start Friday, got it back to even after five holes but did break 80. Clubs were flying, I was on alert and it wasn't any fun, especially when your first off Saturday morning.

The second round was a bit better, 69 or 70, and we were done by noon. Walking up the 18th fairway after the previous night's concert had the odors of Dale's Wildcat during deer season. I'm not going to tell you all the things found by the grounds crew but there was a wad of five dollar bills, apparently they came off a toilet paper roll and were well used.

Bob and I had a nice evening at the Binghamton Mets AA game but he rest of the crew were no shows. Brian Deasy, Jake's caddy, was back from his 12 month battle with cancer so he had an excuse, the rest didn't. We were second off Sunday so didn't stay late.

Sunday afternoon as the players pack up and make their way to the parking lot, volunteers, fans, and a few caddies gather along the walkway to thank them, wish them well, and almost beg them to come back. Don't worry, we all love it their, there's to many memories not to enjoy them every year.

Sorry, gotta go, planes leaving.

Mark Huber


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         
                                                                                              Take Care,

                                                                                                        Mark

 

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