Europe completed one of the greatest comebacks in Ryder Cup history yesterday. Of course, a great comeback also means somebody crumbled. Those somebodies were the Americans. After the tournament ended, my brother sent me a text that said, “Write a post about what a choking. Terrible. Worst. Captains. Pick. Ever. Bleeping Bleep of a bleep hat Jim Furyk.” I think he was upset. I also think that sums up how most people felt in the aftermath of Team USA’s collapse this weekend. Let’s take a look at the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.
Europeans celebrate and then start poppin’ bottles.
The most underrated story of the European victory is Rory’s giant clock. That’s gotta be a flask too, right?
The Americans prematurely celebrated. Sergio Garcia had reason to celebrate, but blew the high five.
Phil. Just. Phil.
Jim Furyk dropped the mic, like a boss. Then he broke out his angry T-Rex impression.
It wouldn’t be a golf post without Tiger. Here he is completely unimpressed with the press conference. Perhaps someone was asking why he conceded a putt that cost bookies millions?
Finally, the unbridled joy of youth.
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