The announcement of Arnold Palmer's death was made a week ago on Sunday evening. Too bad the King couldn't have made it until this Sunday evening, perhaps passing away after spending the afternoon in front of a television at his home in Latrobe, Pa.
"The way Patrick Reed and Rory McIlroy went at it; Arnie would have thought it was great," said Hollis Cavner, a Palmer friend. "The rivalry, the fun, the shot-making, the playing to the crowd … as long as it was respectful, he would've loved it."
It was respectful and magnificent. It was the best four hours I've ever seen in golf.
On Friday and again Saturday, this event had more the feel of an overhyped money grab by the PGA of America and the European Tour, rather than some wonderful tradition in a sport with many of them.
This was a Ryder Cup that had been taken over by a hard-drinking, belligerent crowd with only four groups on the course and too little golf to watch.
Then came Sunday, with 12 singles matches, and with McIlroy and Reed setting an immediate example of what golf can be at its best.
The Euros were in serious trouble as McIlroy and Reed, the two giants of these matches, piped their drives and strode off the first tee.
The U.S. lead was 9½-6½, meaning it needed five points from the 12 matches to regain the hardware. Europe captain Darren Clarke had loaded the top of his lineup, leaving some very shaky players for the bottom half of the draw.