Who's Your Caddy?: Looping for the Great, Near Great, and Reprobates of Golf (Abridged / Compact Disc, Abridged)
The funniest and most popular sportswriter in America abandons his desk at Sports Illustrated to caddy for some of the world’s most famous golfers—and some celebrity duffers—with hilarious results.
Who knows golfers best? Who’s with them every minute of every round, hears their muttering, knows whether they cheat? Their caddies, of course. So sportswriter Rick Reilly figured that he could learn a lot about the players and their games by caddying, even though he had absolutely no idea how to do it. Amazingly, some of the best golfers in the world—including Jack Nicklaus, David Duval, Tom Lehman, John Daly, Casey Martin, and Jill McGill—agreed to let Reilly carry their bags at actual PGA and LPGA Tour events. Reilly also caddied at the Masters, persuaded Deepak Chopra and Donald Trump to use him as a caddy, accompanied high-rolling golf hustlers in Las Vegas around the course, and carried the bag for a blind golfer.
Between his hilarious descriptions of his own ineptitude as a caddy and his insight into what makes the greats of golf so great, Reilly’s wicked wit and an expert’s eye provide readers with the next best thing to a great round of golf.
About the Author
Rick Reilly is the author of "Missing Links," "Slo-Mo," "The Life of Reilly," and the "New York Times "bestseller "Who's Your Caddy?" A senior writer for "Sports Illustrated," he has been voted National Sportswriter of the Year ten times. He lives in Denver, Colorado, with his three children and a putter he's not currently speaking to.
“Reilly could write about lawn bowling and make it funny, informative, and entertaining. You never know what the next page is going to bring.” —Los Angeles Times
“You might not think the story of a man carrying Tommy Aaron’s golf bag for 18 holes could make you laugh out loud, but you’d be wrong. Who’s Your Caddy? is funny enough to coax a chuckle out of Vijay Singh. A great way to read about the game—and its people, too.” —Charlotte Observer
“Goes down faster than a cool Bud on a 100-degree day.” —Fort Worth Star-Telegram