What's all the fuss about? I had a super time caddying for my son, Matt, at the U.S. Open. It was like Augusta times two. We had huge crowds cheering us on, people who had paid big money for tickets and were thrilled to be there, just as we were. Matt kept pretty cool at Olympic, but when he did something special, I got excited. I couldn't keep it in—I put my fist in the air and danced around for a few seconds. That's all, nothing different from what I did at the U.S. Amateur, Bay Hill, the BellSouth and the Masters. Nothing different from what other players and their caddies have done. Not enough to bother anyone. But if you believe TV, Justin Leonard couldn't stand my "antics" at the Open.
I have two things to say about that. First, it's a golf tournament, not a funeral. Second, TV got it wrong. Justin wasn't mad at me. I didn't move when he was putting. When he stared in my direction, he was staring at a photographer who had moved. After the round, Justin found me in the clubhouse. He shook my hand and said, "Congratulations. It was great playing with you. Have a good time the rest of the week."
I did, too. I'll never forget the energy coming from the galleries as they rooted for us. You would have to be a zombie not to react. I'd like to think the Kuchars are living proof that if you smile, the world smiles with you. At least 10 USGA officials—some of the straightest men you'll ever meet—told me, "Keep it up, you're good for the game." But if Matt or I distracted anyone, we apologize. We realize we are the new guys, and we're still learning the ropes on the pro tour. With each event we learn something new to do, or not to do, to show our respect for other players.