An American for a Day at Prestwick

Our golf group in Scotland, including hickory players, set up a Ryder Cup format for our last day at historic Prestwick. I volunteered to be an American as we had an imbalance. After defeating Billy in our singles match, we finished tied. Was I a traitor to my Canadian comrades? I didn’t chant USA! USA! or wear a red MAGA hat but felt obligated to give it the old Stars and Stripes. We finished our glorious links trip at Piersland House for dinner and Captain Davis accepted the trophy from Jeff on a coin flip. Maybe my grandfather born in Downington, Michigan would have been proud.