I was lucky enough to meet Joe LaCava back in the 1990s while his player was still Fred Couples. It was the Fred Couples Invitational at Inglewood Country Club in Kenmore. This wasn't my finest moment, but from that instant of our first conversation (it wasn't really a conversation), I knew just how seriously he takes his job and how dedicated he is to the person whose bag he is responsible for. As he was headed sharply downhill to the rare shot that Fred pushed to the right, I quickly introduced myself as a local golf writer and that I would love to talk with him after the round and do a feature on the "other" member of the team. Namely him.
Essentially I was interrupting him at work - and he let me know it. He was polite, but firm. I knew what I had done. I sheepishly backed off and let him complete his appointed round - waiting to try and get his attention after the round. Even then he wasn't too keen on the interview idea, thanked me and said no thanks.
It wasn't the first story I wouldn't get as a writer, nor would it be the last, but it was certainly the most respectful no I had received - and I couldn't be happier for him as a result of this year's Masters.