Hoover, it's tempting. I haven't busted out my 10-gallon since back when we used to go bowling in college. I think it's warped all to hell, but I do have it. Still, Hal Sutton's team lost, so I probably shouldn't dress like him. Instead, I'll be carrying Apex irons in tribute to Ben Hogan, who is 3-0 as Ryder Cup captain. I'm also going to start PM-ing Bill to see if he can get the superintendent to cut down all the rough like Paul Azinger did at Valhalla in 2008. I'm too young to remember any other Ryder Cup-winning captains, so that's the only winning strategy that I've ever observed, unfortunately.
Frank, I'm bummed. I was looking forward to a 6&5 win and trying to get the Harrison twins to retweet word of our victory while we waited for the other fourballs to finish. I hope you and the family are well.
George, are you captaining the West? I think this should be the year that we begin announcing matches publicly. I will gladly sign onto GCA for 30 minutes once team rosters are finalized to live-post the fourball matches for Saturday, and I can't think of anything that would be more entertaining than putting the singles matches on the board after dinner and a few drinks on Saturday night, other than getting Ben Cowan drunk and then getting someone to insist that Muirfield Village is much better than Inverness.