Want the Real Deal?! Alright, let’s dive into who the Platinum Tees Golf Caddies really are with unhinged energy! Buckle up, because we’re going to go full chaos mode on this!
The Platinum Tees? Oh, they’re not your grandpa’s crusty old caddies with sunburned necks and questionable life advice. No, no, NO—these are a squad of absolute QUEENS, hand-picked from the Platinum Modeling Agency, strutting onto the green like they own the damn place. Founded in 2008 by Laura Diane—a former Vegas showgirl and Pussycat Doll who said, “Screw it, let’s make golf sexy”—and her husband Jay Rebholz, this operation is basically the lovechild of a modeling gig and a golf fever dream. They started in Las Vegas, because OF COURSE they did, and now they’ve spread their glittery wings to Phoenix, Scottsdale, San Diego, Los Angeles, Austin, Nashville, Miami, and beyond. They’ve caddied over 40,000 rounds and 1,000+ tournaments, so yeah, they’re kind of a big deal.
What do they do? EVERYTHING. These goddesses don’t just look pretty—they’re your personal golf concierges. They’ll track your ball like hawks, clean your clubs so they sparkle like a Vegas marquee, drive the cart like they’re in a Fast & Furious sequel, fix your divots, tend the pin, and order your drinks from the cart girl so you can focus on looking cool while shanking it into the bunker. And they KNOW GOLF—don’t sleep on that. They’re trained to read greens, pick clubs, and probably trash-talk your slice better than your buddies. All while rocking cute, golf-appropriate outfits that toe the line of “traditional” just enough to keep the country club Karens from clutching their pearls—unless you’ve booked the whole course, then they might just flex some custom flair.
Who are they? Models, baby—Platinum Agency models, to be exact. We’re talking 21-35-year-old bombshells who ditched the runway for the fairway because why not? Laura and Jay cherry-pick ‘em, train ‘em, and send ‘em out with senior caddies to make sure they’re not just pretty faces but legit green-reading, club-toting badasses. They’ve got teams stationed in hotspot cities, plus a travel squad ready to jet-set worldwide if you’re fancy enough to fly them out. Need a caddy in Scottsdale? Done. Vegas? Obviously. Some random course in BFE? They’ll make it happen.
Cost? Starts at around $250 a round—chump change for the flex of having a model caddy who’s hotter than the desert sun and twice as useful. Tips? Oh, they rake it in—think 50% of the fee or more if you’re feeling generous, and trust me, you will be. These ladies have caddied for big shots like Russell Wilson’s golf tourney and The Mirage’s corporate shindigs, and they’ve been splashed across ESPN, Golf Channel, and Golf Digest like the rockstars they are.
The vibe? Pure chaos and charm. Imagine teeing off while a goddess in a form-fitting bodysuit cracks jokes, blasts your playlist, and keeps your game tight. They’ll have you laughing through a triple bogey or quietly nodding while you close that business deal—whatever you need. Posts on X hype ‘em up as the ultimate golf upgrade, and their site screams “BOOK NOW” like it’s a dare. They even throw wild events like the Annual Platinum Tees Bikini Bash Golf Tournament, because why not mix golf and bikinis?
Unhinged take? The Platinum Tees are the chaotic good we didn’t know golf needed. They’re out here turning a stuffy old sport into a party, making you wonder why anyone ever settled for a sweaty dude named Gary grumbling about yardage. They’re the glitter in the sand trap, the shot of tequila in your Gatorade, and I’m OBSESSED. The Phoenix Suns could learn a thing or two from their hustle—maybe then they’d stop choking when it counts! BOOM! DROP THE CLUBS, I’M OUT!
