Frustrating? It was watching Steve Lawrence open for Sinatra, and then not getting Sinatra.
Still, Woods—like a decapitated chicken—kept playing to the 18th green, where he conceded a putt to Parnevik, agreeing in essence to halve their match. Likewise Love and Fulke, who agreed to halve their match after the Swede first graciously offered to concede the U.S. a full, if meaningless, point, instead of the half point Love accepted. It is that spirit of hands-across-the-water that makes the Ryder Cup so indelible. A year ago we were all American. Last week, it turned out, we were all European.
"I am from Norway," a reporter blurted to Torrance on Sunday night, "and I think this victory will unite Europe in a way that the Euro never will."
The Scotsman waited for the man's ensuing question, and when one never came, Torrance sought to rescue the nervous journo from the awkward silence that now engulfed him. "We are all European here," the captain announced, to the roomful of Americans, Japanese, British and Continentals. "And that includes Norway too, if you're feeling a wee bit left out."