Wasn't sure what I was going to be doing today as I wasn't supposed to be on the schedule. Don was going to have me wait to see where I was needed when I saw my name on his list (an old one perhaps, as I was originally supposed to work Friday). I broached the fact that I was on his list and my assignment was the tee box, and they needed someone to do the paddles. I jumped at that; that is the job that I have wanted to do ever since I got here.
Working the paddles involves signaling the marshal down fairway that the players are ready to hit and then signaling where the ball goes. Since #3 at Pebble Beach has a blind dogleg to the left, the down fairway marshal signals to the tee box when the fairway is clear. And you have to tell the players if the fairway is not clear. And finally, you have to signal to the crossing guards to stop letting people across.
Sometimes when a player has a long routine that he goes through before hitting those paddles can start to get pretty heavy, especially holding them up as high as you can. I learned to alternate between the two: one paddle up = players ready, quiet down. 2 paddles up = player ready to hit. shut up everyone!
Ended up leaving the course at about the same time, right after the last group had hit off the 3rd tee. But instead of fighting traffic on the way home I went to Salinas and got something to eat there before jumping on 101 for the quick drive back here to Morgan Hills.
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