I’m usually proud to be an American, but my identity isn’t tied too closely to my U.S. citizenship. Simply put, I don’t put as much emphasis on political boundaries as most people.

Which is why watching the preeminent event in the preeminent sport always leaves me befuddled, wondering whom to root for.

This year I was pulling for the homeboys because after Friday morning’s ass whupping, they were serious underdoggies. Often though, I pull for the Euros because they want it SO much more. Their collective identity is so damn compelling that I just get caught up in it. The U.S. side talks the “team” talk, but never walk it anything like the Euros. For proof, track down the vids shot from inside the Euros’ team bus after yesterday’s victory. THAT’s how you celebrate.

The event’s intensity has me thinking about attending the next Ryder Cup at Bethpage Black in New York in 24 months. Even more so, I want to attend the 2027 edition in Limerick, Ireland. Who wants to join me? My plan is to hide my passport, have a few beers, dress up like one of the Euro fans, and get RIGHT in the middle of it. The only problem is I will probably be outed once I speak or sing.

Oh yes, there’s lots of singing. And yes, you’re right, that probably means no one will volunteer to join me.