THE RYDER CUP: MATCH BY MATCH
VOLUME 3 ISSUE 39
Spander: Chicago Second To None
McDermott Wins 88th Crump Cup
Korea Defends Women’s Team Title
Good To The Last Drop
What goes around, comes around. And
around. And around. And around. Until all the
ghosts are gone.
The evil spirit that spooked German
Bernhard Langer’s six-footer at the 1991
Ryder Cup was exorcised Sunday at Medinah
when another German, Martin Kaymer, made
a similar putt to defeat the Americans.
Meanwhile, the bad karma that never
really left the Yanks after their premature
celebration at the 1999 Brookline Ryder
Cup came back to bite them on a day when
an insurmountable lead turned into an
Europe retained the Ryder Cup 14½
to 13½ after trailing by four full points
going into Sunday’s singles. And because
of that, all the great golf produced by the
wonderfully caffeinated Keegan Bradley, the
stoic Johnsons (Zach and Dustin) and the
phlegmatic Jason Dufner won’t mean much
in the loser’s team room.
The winning side needs more than two
hands to count its heroes. But chief among
them, in order, are the possessed Ian
Poulter, the gentlemanly captain, José Maria
Olazábal, and the rock steady Englishman
Kudos, too, to Rory McIlroy, Luke Donald
and even the prodigal Sergio Garcia.
Somewhere out on the Champions Tour,
Langer is smiling. And somewhere else, the
legendary Seve Ballesteros is pumping his
fist, flashing his dark eyes and lighting up the
ether with his winning smile.
This Ryder Cup was great theater from the
start. Three days felt like five minutes. Host
city Chicago did itself proud. And Scotland
can only hope for this kind of drama in 2014
the next time these two teams convene.
The winning moment