You Win Some...

So, I spent most of the last three days glued to my television watching the Ryder Cup. For the first couple of rounds everything was going swimmingly for the Americans, but this afternoon they experienced a collapse of epic proportions, losing a 4-point lead to match the largest advantage blown on the last day in the competition's history. Now, a lot of people immediately began blaming Tiger Woods, Steve Stricker, Jim Furyk or Captain Davis Love III for the loss. Personally, I think the blame can be pretty well spread around here. While Tiger failed to get any points the first two days it is not like he played all that poorly and final his match didn't end up mattering anyway. Given that the Americans could have clinched if they had managed to win just a third of their matches it never should have come down to the last two players to begin with. But all that aside, rather than just crushing the Americans we should be giving credit to the Europeans who could have very easily rolled over but didn't. The biggest thing you need in a comeback like that is faith and they never gave up. It was painful to watch, but winning wouldn't be so sweet if you didn't know how bitter defeat tasted.