It would be very easy to drool with sentimentality over the Ryder Cup. But, at the end of the day, it is simply two teams trying to knock seven bells out of each other, in the nicest possible way.
He used to be fairly indecisive, but now he's not so certain.
I can’t see, unless the weather changes, the conditions changing dramatically.
Those trees seem to grow every year.
The game lends itself to fantasies about our abilities.
It is not a matter of life and death. It is not that important. But it is a reflection of life, and so the game is an enigma wrapped in a mystery impaled on a conundrum.