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2016-05-15 17:09:15 I ●●●●●● like ●●●●●●ng ●●●●●● ●●●●●● Shot for shot, I see only a tiny ●●●●●●on of what I would have seen had I ●●●●●● at home and ●●●●●●d the Ryder Cup on ●●●●●●sion. But the ●●●●●●res of being there, right in the thick of it, far ●●●●●●gh the ●●●●●● ●●●●●●s. T●●●●●●ion can never ●●●●●●e the ●●●●●●al ●●●●●●e of an A●●●●●●n golf ●●●●●●: the high trees, ●●●●●●ed with ●●●●●●; the ●●●●●●ting ●●●●●●, ●●●●●●ying to an ●●●●●●r; or the ●●●●●●y scary tee-shots over ●●●●●●ept lakes to ●●●●●●-●●●●●●●●●●●● ●●●●●●. It ●●●●●● ●●●●●●e the geese ●●●●●● ●●●●●●ad in ●●●●●●t ●●●●●●ion, while the Stars and S●●●●●● ●●●●●●rs above the ●●●●●●use. And it ●●●●●● begin to ●●●●●●e the ●●●●●●here in the crowd: the ●●●●●●●●●●●●; the ●●●●●●derie; the fit-to-burst sense of ●●●●●●●●●●●●. |