I spent my Labor Day weekend, hopefully, like most people. I went outside, I relaxed, I spent time with friends, and I thought. Very little, but I did think.

I thought about some of the bad jobs I’ve had (picking up rocks at the bottom of a running waterfall) and the good ones (delivering beer for Anheuser Busch).

That thought led me to more thinking. And right before I passed out, I pondered about the best and worst jobs in sports.

One of the best sport gigs has to be commentating for the PGA. You sit in a booth in great weather and watch the best golfers in the world play the best courses in the world. And how much strategy can there be? “Oh, he hit that one in the bunker David. That’s going to be tough.” I could do that.

But what I couldn’t do is caddy for Tiger Woods. I mean, Steve Williams, Tiger’s caddy since 1999, did make $1.27 million in 2006, according to Forbes. And I guess you could argue Williams should earn two wages, one for a caddy and one for a bodyguard. Williams is known for lashing out at hecklers and photographers, once throwing a $7,000 camera into a pond after the photographer snapped a picture of Tiger in mid-swing.

But Williams deals with not only the most demanding player on Tour but also the largest throng of fans on the course. Couple that with Tiger’s recent bad play and rumors that Williams is on the chopping block and you can count me out.

What about a championship-winning race horse? Race, eat, breed, sleep, repeat. But keep winning, for this is a double-edge sword. Start to lose, and the situation might get a little sticky.

Being Manny Pacquiao’s sparring partner wouldn’t be fun. Neither would working for Floyd Mayweather’s public relations. They’ve been dealing with Mayweather’s apparent ducking of Pacquiao for months, and now Mayweather piles on the workload with his recent profanity-ridden and homophobic video rant of Pacquiao. Classy.

How about coaching Kobe Bryant? That has to almost take care of itself. Or the guys who wipe up the sweat on the court. Watching the game from right under the rim only to run out and wipe up sweat every time a guy falls is pretty sweet.

I wouldn’t want to be the dude that fields the foul balls in MLB, though. I can’t field a squeeze bunt much less a grounder. And now I have to do that in front of 40,000 people? No thanks.

You couldn’t pay me to be in a NASCAR pit crew. I have to change tires in under 15 seconds while dodging guys who have been in the car for 300 miles with no bathroom break? Not happening.

But I would give the guy who runs out and gets the kicking tee in a college football game the day off.

And speaking of college football, its best job is heading-up USC. Lane Kiffin has got it going on. Both critics and fans are expecting the Trojans to be down this year, so if they are, Kiffin has a get out of jail free card.

But if they do well, which their roster reads they can, it’ll be a surprise. Being the head coach of the biggest football gig in the second largest city in the nation is a good career choice no matter the record.

Collegiate football’s current worst gig? Head east 1800 miles; Ole Miss didn’t have the greatest Labor Day weekend.

Danny Meyer is the assistant sports editor for The Arkansas Traveler. His column appears every Wednesday.