I drove the cart for Tom Kite at the Senior tour event in Birmingham a couple of weeks ago, and while tooling through the gallery can be an adventure, it sure saves steps. One good ol' boy screamed at me, "Slow that buggy down." But I gave it right back to him, yelling, "Yo, home, I finished top 10 last week at Talladega." There's a lot for a caddie to like about the 50-and-over league: no cut, only three rounds and no having to lug overstuffed bags like the one Hubert Green's got on his cart. Jim Colbert's lost his multicolored rugs, but there are some fresh caddie nicknames that I heard: Cut 'Em Loose Bruce, who's a member of the frequently fired club; Squirt Gun, who made the mistake of trying to name himself Top Gun; and Port-O-Let, who's built like one and is full of it. Playing late on Sunday again was especially cool. When Kite holed out from a bunker for eagle on the last hole to tie for third place, it funded one week's stay in Costa Rica, which I consider heaven.