Only two more days until the first balls are topped into the first fairway on Friday morning and there is an air of anticipation in the great city of Chicago. I have been having a great Ryder Cup week here in town. Monday was Chicago Golf Club with Bill Shean, the great amateur champion (and member at Chicago, Seminole, Pine Valley and Sand Hills), my buddy Jeff Rude and my ex cousin-in-law Donny O'Shaughnessy.
I have the Ryder bug myself, and it's a little surprising because after attending my second Ryder Cup, I had sworn that I would never go to another in person. I went to Valderrama and had a blast, even though the Costa del Sol turned into the Costa del Uvia, with huge amounts of rainfall. It was fun to climb the cork trees and watch play. It was not only fun, but that was pretty much the only way you could see any play unless you planted yourself in one spot and stayed there all bloody day. My next was at Oakland Hills in Detroit. They say it's a good course, or a hard course or a scenic course, but I'd never know, because we could hardly see anything. With 50,000 spectators and four matches or twelve singles matches on Sunday, you can't see a damned thing in person.
But there's more to attending a Ryder Cup than actually watching a lot of golf in person. There is, of course, a different vibe that permeates the grounds during a Ryder Cup or a Solheim Cup or a President's Cup. The player's responsibility to his team, to his Country, to the fans has so much more gravitas, to use a perhaps inappropriate word, than a tour event, even more than a major, to tell you the truth. To hear the full-throated cheers of the American fans or the rhythmic, soccer-style cheering of the Euro crowd is something so emotionally satisfying that it warms your heart, makes the hair stand up on your arms and brings moisture to even the most jaded eyes.
Yesterday was the goof-off day with my buddy Billy Murray clowning for the cameras while my law school classmate carried his bag around Medinah, but today and tomorrow will signal the end of frivolity and the beginning of what hopefully will be great drama. I have a huge group of friends attending with me on Friday and we will all be there to watch those nervous players hit off the first tee in front of the incredibly jacked-up crowd. It will be, as Paul Lawrie memorably said the other day, absolutely "bang on".
Bang on, Yanks, bang on, Euros. Let's have some fun in the Windy City this week!