- 21 Sep 06, 11:48 AM
K CLUB – Nine more practice holes, a two-hour opening ceremony, a night’s kip and then it all begins. Hooray.
All this speculating, postulating, ruminating and mischief-making is all very well.
But when the first shots are hit and the scoreboard begins to tick, the electricity already running through the K Club will surge off the scale. And that’s nothing to do with Friday’s forecast thunderstorms.
Before then, though, there’s just time to squeeze in a bit more cogitating on the outcome.
Which brings me to the two teams’ official photo shoots this morning, and whether we learnt anything which can be cleverly spun into cast-iron proof of who will win.
Well, what we did learn is that the European caddies are more juvenile than their American counterparts. And it confirmed the Americans’ fascination with the colour brown.
Europe lined up for their photo shoot indoors, all looking fresh faced from last night’s gala dinner, and sporting smart blue golf shirts in place of the white tuxedos and red bow ties of 12 hours earlier when they’d been toe-tapping to Van Morrison.
But the first photo was interrupted by a rampaging bull peering over the backdrop.
After much hilarity, the official photographer asked the phalanx of other snappers to hold off firing their flashes until he had got the money shot.
“Ok, flash at will now guys,” he said when done, and this appealed greatly to those on the team brought up on toilet humour and innuendo. Maybe Henrik Stenson just didn’t hear it.
A variety of photos followed – waterproofs on, K Club owner Michael Smurfit in, vice-captains Des Smyth and Peter Baker in, and assistants Sandy Lyle and DJ Russell in (“you’ll need a wide angle for this one” piped up numerous caddies in unison.)
When it was the caddies’ turn they kneeled on the floor in front of the players and spent the entire session trying to knock each other over, with caddie king pin Martin Rowley providing a good line in mock injuries.
The Americans opted for their photo shoot outside on the 10th fairway, and turned up in the sort of brown tank tops so cherished by students rifling through charity shops for a killer bad-taste party item.
There wasn't quite so much “Carry On…” film-style banter between them or interaction with the media hordes but this may have been due to the gale blowing any chat straight down the fairway.
If it was like anything else the Americans have touched this week, it will have been a "bunch of fun", though judging by his face, Tiger's fun looked like it came as a small sprig rather than a whole bunch.
With photos over, and a team huddle (which possibly attracted more snappers than the official poses), the Americans went off to practise foursomes. And we retired to muse on our findings.
So did anything there suggest who will win the Ryder Cup? Nope. But it's chewed up another "bunch" of time before the off, and added another layer of intrigue. Just think, tomorrow there could even be golf to write about.
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