Two of the really cool things about working from home are conference calls in your jammies and watching something interesting on TV at an odd time of day
This morning it was the press conference from Valhalla where the 2008 captain, Paul Azinger, was announced. Now I know you’re worldly and educated, but I’ll bet you didn’t know that “The House of The Slain” was in Kentucky…I thought it was in Ireland at The K-Club. Shows what I know.
Zinger was witty and did well but that’s no surprise. He had some great moments in the Ryder Cup to be sure…but then again so did all our other captains…Lehman, Sutton, Strange, Wadkins…all great drama and great winners.
So it’s not our cast of captains that are the problem…in fact let’s put them all on the team and see what happens. We’ll add Raymond Floyd and Tom Kite and kick some Sergio ass…OK, maybe not but it felt good.
So what’s Paul gonna’ do to keep us from getting killed in The Blue Grass State? His plan is to treat the team like the thoroughbreds they are…if they stumble, they get one good one right between the eyes…a carrot last meal and boom.
No what he’s really going to do, with the PGA’s help of course, is change the way the team is picked…brilliant!
We need the hottest golfers at the time…oh really? We haven’t quite taken to the Euro way (which is nothing counts until the year before the matches) but we are getting closer.
Now I have to tell you…maybe because I feel like a bit of an underdog overachieving C student myself, if I’m Vaughn Witterich or J.J. Taylor, I’m pissed! I got on your Ryder Cup team by your rules…and with some exceptions, I played pretty well. And who would have made the team if you went by the new system?
Somebody better? Who?
If the Ryder Cup is about team, country, integrity, and sportsmanship, then let’s quit saying that it’s all of the above but, oh yeah, we HAVE to win too. If I have to listen to another expert say we don’t want it enough I’m going to puke…Team USA wants it so bad they can’t even walk up to buffet right.
Here’s what I mean. If I told you to get up and answer the door, you would do just that without a thought.
But if I told you to open that same door but this time you had to walk on a sagging 2 X 4 over a 50-foot drop and if you fell you were letting down your wife, your girlfriend, your countrymen, your teammates, your mom, your dad, and your spaniel, you just might fall on your butt.
That’s what’s happening at The Ryder Cup, Cappy, not the points system. When we win one, we’ll win a bunch…just my take.
