No More Loops

The player as a young man/boy, at Pinehurst

So eventually in the career of an accidental caddie, be it dad or mom, the player will move on to the next tour where the caddie can not follow. And so it was, last Friday, with the summer tournaments completed (well as many as we could do anyway), that my player, Luke, left for Florida, where the Fall semester at Florida Gulf Coast shortly begins. He took his golf clubs, golf shoes, and golf balls, and left a messy room, some stray laundry, and an accidental caddie who now has to go looking for another line of work. No more planning out tournament schedules, signing up and paying entry fees, scheduling practice rounds, setting alarms for early tee times, waking up, waking player up, last minute check of weather report, piling in the car after doing inventory, stopping for on the go breakfast, getting to course, on the bag for 18 or sometimes 36, then dealing with the elation or depression that follows a competitive round, and then repeat. No that's over for now. No stress about conflicting schedule, no waking up early, no dealing with inclement weather and keeping clubs dry, and no dealing with delicate psyche.  Now it's just me, free to do what I want, when I want, no golf playing anchor to keep me in port. On my own.
Yippee!  Yippee...