I posted last week that the matches are nothing more than a glorified putting contest. I stand by that today. I have long believed that over time putting averages out. Look at Colsaerts on Friday - unbelievable. Then Saturday he could not have knocked one in the Grand Canyon without needing the rim.
All this second guessing of Love and his line-up is silly. Ditto the cheering. Spiritual perspective - give me a break. Putting is perhaps the loneliest endeavor in all of sports: just a golfer, a club, a ball and a hole. Neither karma nor saints help at all.
To borrow from Seve the bottom line is simple: They meese, they meese, they meese. We make, we make, we make.
I have long thought Ollie was the consumate professional and am happy for him. Reallly like Poulter, Rory and Rose.
Only distasteful thing I saw from the crowd was catcalling when players backed off (Bradley's new nickname: Double-Clutch) or urging that putts be conceded.
I was thoroughly entertained - that's all I expect from sports anymore.
Congratulations to the Europeans. Well deserved. Kudos to the Americans as well for taking it to the wire.
Finally, I can't help but think that I'd rather hang out in the team room of the Euro's, providing Monty wasn't there. I'll bet if Kaymer had misssed his putt his teammates wouldn't have left him hanging - I didn't see anybody from the American side rush to console Furyk.
Bogey