Wednesday, 17 September 2008

The blandest Ryder Cup team you've ever seen.

I commented yesterday on the natty looking duds that Faldo has suited up his squad in, it's only fair that I take a look at the Americans stylings. Or should that be lack thereof. Expense appears to have been an issue for the American Ryder Cup Wardrobe this year, the turbulent conditions of the US economy appearing to have bitten even these super rich sporting giants. For it seems that a whip round was held and someone was sent out to buy some plain white Polo shirts from Walmart's value range, coupled with a white cap from the Valhalla Ryder Cup store.

I mean come on, this is the third biggest sporting event in the world and that's the best they can come up with? I mean, I thought we were supposed to be off to Kentucky to get back to the vicious atmosphere of the '91 war on the shore, the jingoistic extremes of Brookline '99, where the crowd was so pumped even the c-word, that's right, the very worst word in the world, was getting thrown at Monty as he swung his club. Surely we were going to be treated to some fashion statement which screamed "let's kick ass". But no. There's no camouflage, Theres no images of past greats emblazened all over the shirt. They didn't even go with star spangled slacks to bring out the patriotic fervour. One tiny american flag on the side of your cap just ain't gonna get the job done. How the hell can you expect to whip up a crowd when the guys selling programs are turned out looking snazzier than you are?

Is this really what they'll be playing in all week, or is Azinger going to wait until Friday to whip out the army fatigues and get the Kentucky crowd foaming at the mouth. Fingers crossed people, fingers crossed.

To give you an idea of the scope they had to play with, just look at what they could have gotten away with. If they wore that in 1999, surely they could have put a massive picture on Ronald Reagan on the backs of their shirts, something, anything...

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