Kicked in the Cup
My buddies J.R. and Ike had been reading my columns and decided I needed a break from the grind. They thought my rants about certain players were getting harsher because I need to relax. So they suggested I watch a less intense athletic activity, and it was time for the Ryder Cup. With that we got a case of beer, a few bags of chips, started up the barbecue and readied ourselves for a stress-free weekend. We had no idea what we were in for.

