I hate to break it to people and to go back in time, but the two worst people I encountered during the 1988 US Open and the 1999 Ryder Cup held at Brookline, MA, were Lee Trevino and Herman, his caddie. They were disgusting and classless when not on camera, and displayed remarkable depths of anti-Semitism. The vile language they used was an embarrassment to the PGA and golfers worldwide. I was a marshal working at a tee that was inaccessible to the fans and to television, so they didn't have to worry, as if they did, about any of that getting out to the general public. Their remarks were met by silence from the other golfers in the groups, and a few shook their heads. I assumed they were not hearing that kind of talk for the first time. This also appeared to be the universal take on them from all of the other marshals working at other holes. We marshals all had big smiles on our faces as we walked around when not on duty, and even though strangers to one another, we would greet each other with, "Isn't this great?!", only to have, "but isn't that Trevino a p...k?" immediately follow. He was rude, crude, and had no feelings or sensitivity about whom or toward anyone he insulted. This isn't some third-hand story; this is a first-person report. The "Merry Mex" isn't so merry after all and is not the carefully crafted on-camera persona, not by a long shot.
The very
best
guy we met in '88 was Seve Ballesteros - a true gentleman, a man of the people, and the nicest person to meet, golfer or not. We are diminished by his passing.
Most PGA golfers are understandably focused on their games and don't interact with others a great deal except during practice rounds. I was assigned to walk with Mark O'Meara while he practiced alone the day before the start of the tournament. He was easy-going and a pleasure to meet and to talk with (and finished tied for 3rd). My last US Open assignment was to forge a path through crowds from green to the next tee during the Faldo/Strange playoff. It was an exciting day, to say the least.