By Stephen Thomas (@15Stephen15)
PSDC Funnyman And Brad Pitt Doppelgänger
I’m Stephen Thomas with Here’s The Thing.
Good morning, my fellow Americans. No, I’m not launching a bid for President, although admit it, you’d probably vote for me over these two yahoos, wouldn’t you? You’d at least have to seriously consider it … come ooooonnn … OK OK, I solemnly swear I’d wear pants on even numbered days. Anyway, I’m here to talk to my fellow Americans about The Ryder Cup victory.
See, Here’s The Thing; The 17-11 victory by the US in this year’s cross-pond tilt showed once again why The Ryder Cup is one of the preeminent events in all of sports. No, not because it brought out way way WAY too much of the Happy Gilmore part of the crowd – seriously, anyone out there who thinks shouting threats and middle school insults at a golfer is cool, please leave and never return to a golf course (I could not be kidding less, and let me personally apologize to Rory McIlroy for having to endure some of those cretinous remarks). What I mean is, there were over 50,000 spectators in Minnesota and the atmosphere was beyond electric for three consecutive days. From the 4-0 start by The Americans, to the subsequent charge to tie it up by The Europeans, to the convincing Sunday Singles session that put The Cup back on US soil, I was glued to my TV in a way that normally requires extended female nudity or back-to-back bacon commercials. Phil Mickelson showed that us old guys can still swing the sticks. Sergio Garcia matched him. Thomas Pieters showed more steely poise from a rookie than … well ANYONE, EVER. The level of golf played this weekend, under pressure I can’t even imagine, was astounding and majestic theater, and let’s just be honest – the front nine Sunday between Patrick Reed and Rory McIlroy was possibly the greatest nine holes of match play golf in the history of ever and time, so fun and emotionally draining that it caused me to shout my lungs out and frighten all the wildlife within two square miles.
Look, the pride and patriotism from both sides playing for their country makes The Ryder Cup unique. If you missed it, I’m sorry, because it was exquisite, and I’m already counting down to Paris in 2018. Oh, and USA! USA! USA! USA!