September 27, 2025
As I write, the United States Ryder Cup squad is on its way to an historic beat down by Europe. Worse than the embarrassment of getting beat on home soil will be having to read the endless articles produced by the golf media about what is wrong with the United States. Did Keegan Bradley screw up the pairings? Yes, but it would not have made a difference. You can’t hang this one on the dynamic duo of Colin Morikawa and Harris English. What happened to the home court advantage? What advantage? All of the Europeans live in the United States. After this debacle, the Americans may have to move to Europe, or enter the witness protection program also known as LIV. Maybe the New York crowd fired up the Euros with its obnoxious behavior? New Yorkers are guilty of a lot of things, but firing up a team is not one of them. May I offer you the Jets, the Giants, the Rangers, the Islanders, the Knicks, the Nets, the Mets, and the Yankees as evidence. Probably the best thing you could say about the U.S. is that their clothing wasn’t a distraction. It wasn’t an attraction either, but what do expect from an 85 year old fashion designer.
There will be other excuses for getting blown out. Do we need to go back to Paul Azinger’s Pod System, whatever that is? Maybe it was the time change going from Florida to New York? Was the team up all night partying in Manhattan? Did Donald Trump’s appearance and his ICE escapades distract them? None of these excuses masquerading as explanations hits the target. They are all lip outs like most of the Americans’ putts. The simple answer is that, under pressure, we are soft. Our mascot should be the manila folder.
Here is a thought experiment which is antithetical to golf. Is there a single player on the U.S. team that you would want watching your back in a bar fight? I know you are going to say Bryson DeChambeau, but, by the time he analyzed the situation and figured out there was nothing in it for him, you would be out cold. Would you rather have Scottie Scheffler backing you up or Tyrell Hatton? Scottie is the most like able guy on the PGA Tour, but Hatton looks crazy to me. Would you rather have Harris English, who would probably fight under the Marquess of Queensbery Rules, backing you up, or El Gran Senor, Jon Rahm. Sepp Straka could be a terminator in a bar fight like his fellow Austrian countryman, Arnold Schwarzenegger. Rasmus Hojgaard is 6’2” tall. Ludvig Aberg is 6’4” tall. I am guessing Robert McIntyre has a terrific left hook. I am talking fighting, not golf. And who probably knows more about drunken fights in a bar than the two Irishmen, Shane Lowery and Rory McIlroy? Bar fighting is their national pastime, not golf. You won’t be hearing anyone from our side saying “Come back, Shane.” And Rory might be the best hitter pound for pound since Sugar Ray Robinson. I would have taken former hockey player Cameron Young before he lost all his weight.
Tomorrow, we have to suffer through the singles matches, and listen to the broadcasters tell us why there is still a glimmer of hope if this happens or that happens. Fortunately, we have the New England Patriots to distract us for three hours from the inevitable as they try to prove if they are tough enough. Kudos to the Boston Red Sox for making the playoffs. Despite all of the injuries and the Devers fiasco, they proved their toughness. They weren’t soft when they could have been. They may not make it past the first round, but they showed us what they were made of. The U.S. Ryder Cup team showed us what they were made of as well.