If you think playing in the rain is hard, try caddying in it. You sacrifice one arm for the umbrella and multitask with the other arm. We make sure the glove, grips, ball and towels stay dry, and go in and out of the bag for rainsuits and sweaters. We get soaked, and the players act like sugar cubes: One drop of water, and they melt. Once, while working for Lance Ten Broeck, I had his glove hanging in the umbrella rafters. It fell to the ground, and as I bent over to pick it up, I speared Lance in the head with the umbrella. A moment later he three-putted, rubbed his head and gave me a weird look. He rubbed after every bad shot the rest of the way, making sure I knew who was responsible for his poor play. By the end of the round, he had a bald spot that has never grown back.