Thursday, June 5, 2003

Ray Bardis: Sharing memories as caddy for stars of screen and green

I didn’t have to ask Ray Bardis, a former PGA Tour caddy, many questions. Instead, he just told me one story after another at the Stamford Senior Center in Connecticut. He filled in many of the details so I wouldn’t even call it an interview. It was one of my first stories I did while writing for The Stamford Times in the summer of 2003. After we chatted for a couple hours, we had a putting contest on the Astro Turf putting green which overlooked the bustling city of Stamford.



Ray Bardis has a memory like a steel trap, or maybe that’s a sand trap.

Bardis, a 64-year-old former caddy to stars such as Sam Snead, can close his eyes and remember shots and yardage from matches that took place 40 years ago.

One weekend in 1963, the 24-year-old Bardis caddied for television producer Fred Briskin at the Bel-Air Country Club in Los Angeles. After Briskin shot a 79, his career low at the course, he told Bardis, “You’re going to caddy for Sam on Monday.”

Briskin was televising a celebrity tournament between Jerry Lewis and golfer Sam Snead.

“I hardly slept that weekend,” Bardis said. “I thought, this is Sam Snead, one of the five greatest golfers in the entire world. I’m going to say, ‘hello.’ Then what?”

On the par-five first hole, Bardis told Snead he had caddied at Bel-Air for five years. Snead made it clear he expected him to know every shot on the course. He also told Bardis, just once, how far he hit each club.

“I said, ‘I don’t come to golf courses to eat my lunch,’” Bardis said. “I come there to give the people I caddy for what they’re paying for. I feel if I don’t do that right, I’m in the wrong profession.”

With Snead’s drive 180 yards from the pin, Bardis looked away and prayed after handing him his 5-iron. Snead placed it 12 feet from the hole and two putted for birdie. He birdied the first three holes and finished the front nine at four under par.

The Snead story is just one of hundreds he’ll retell down to the club, distance and even slope of the green. As a professional caddy, Bardis worked five to six days a week for 32 years, greeting pros in parking lots in hope he could carry their bag and earn a living.

“A lot of people ask, ‘What have you done? What have you accomplished in life?’” Bardis said. “I’ve got that here (pointing to his head), and in here (pointing to his heart) for the people I met, the places I saw and experienced. You cannot put a price on that. You can’t.”

Commitment to a single player or sacrificing for a big name golfer didn’t suit his personality. While playing golf has always been more fun for him than caddying, the latter paid his bills.

Growing up in Los Angeles, his father taught him how to caddy at age 8. Little did he know seven years later his son would think about doing it for a living while caddying at Hillcrest Country Club in Los Angeles for a $2 double-bag round.

Even after his parents initial apprehension, Bardis never second-guessed his decision to travel across America, hustling for a tour bag. It was his calling.

When he decided to skip school to caddy in his first professional tour event, the 1951 Kansas City Open, his teacher told him he didn’t know anything about golf.

“I told the teacher to his face, ‘I know as much about golf right now as you know about your profession of teaching.’”

Bardis says a caddy’s most basic responsibility is finding the golf ball. One afternoon in 1962 at the 207-yard seventh hole of the Desert Inn Golf Club, a golfer in Bardis’s group took out a 3-wood.

“If you hit that stick, you’re going to hit those mountains (in the distance),” said Bardis, who never liked to advise another caddy’s golfer.

Bardis watched the golfer switch to his 4-wood. He saw the ball hit the top of the bunker, kicking up sand, wind down the apron and into the hole.

No one believed what Bardis thought he saw. After searching the bunker and rough, they finally checked the pin. The ball was in the cup. His reward: six silver dollars.

While he had to earn every dollar in his pocket, his talent as a caddy enhanced his reputation over time.

A member at Annandale Golf Club in Pasadena, Calif., named Dave faced a wall of trees with his ball in the rough 205 yards from the flag. Bardis recommended his Ping 7-iron. Dave said he would double his payment if the ball landed in front of the green and triple the money if it reached the flat surface. After Dave’s shot landed on the green, he asked about Bardis’s prediction in disbelief.

“I said, ‘I know that those Pings go one club longer than any other brand of clubs that are made at that time,” Bardis said. “Besides that, you had the wind behind you and a flier lie.’”

From then on, Dave always sought him to caddy. By the time Bardis moved to Portchester, N.Y., in 1969, many pros knew his caddying capabilities – sometimes earning well-known tour bags in Florida during the winter.

In 1977 a caddy named Cigar Hank carried Billy Casper’s bag, but said he didn’t want to caddy in anupcoming tournament in Hawaii.

Bardis overheard the conversation, offering to take Hank’s place. Bardis paid $164 for a one-way ticket and got the job only to have Casper miss the cut. Casper found Bardis crying because he was scared Casper wouldn’t pay him enough to get home.

“He gave me 450 dollars and I only worked two days,” Bardis said. “He said, ‘Would you at least stop crying now?’”

In 2001 he met Casper at the Red course at the Doral Country Club in Miami, Fla., and Casper said, “I’ve seen you made it back already. You survived,” and they both laughed.

Just carrying the bag never satisfied Bardis. Figuring out yardage, recommending a club and reading putts is his forte. His memory is almost as good as his ability to read greens, which he claims is, “the best thing I know how to do today.”

Bardis also found a way to separate himself as a golfer. His playing partners watched him reach the green out of the rough or bushes, sometimes over 100 yards away, with his putter.

“I know what to do with my sticks,” he said. “I can’t chip, but I know what to do.”

There isn’t too much he hasn’t seen. He watched a professional caddy stumble headfirst into a sand trap. He recalls athletes from different eras that revolutionized their sport. The rule book has changed from 13 to 242 pages since he started as a professional caddy. Even at 64, Bardis acknowledges change.

“I’ve seen all the greatest players that ever played in the world, this kid (Tiger Woods) presently playing now is something I’ve never seen in my life,” he said.

These words come from a man who made 96 out of a 100 foul shots underhand in eighth grade. When he got home, his father said, “Even the pros don’t do that.”

“I don’t care about the pros,” Bardis said.

He cared about the experience.

“There’s a saying that you come into the world with nothing and no matter what you got you’re going to exit the world. No matter what welt you got, you ain’t going to stop from dying. I’m not going to sit here and lie to you. I enjoyed every bit of it and I wouldn’t trade it.”



This story first appeared in the Stamford Times in June 2003.