And you know this to be true. And you even start picking up on Bates' country lilt. At times you feel a little like gonzo journalist Hunter Thompson, Rolling Stone 's burned-out shell from the '70s. Thompson made his bones covering Hell's Angels, Super Bowls, Evel Knievel and the Gomorrah that is Las Vegas. Unlike Thompson, you pass on the amyl nitrate.
Caddies always get credit for having the colorful nicknames.
But they haven't cornered the market. T.R. M.P. Lassie. The Queen of Intervene. The Rocca Bros. And, of course, The Creeper. Masters champion Jos Maria Olazabal would merit an entire chapter.