5 things to love about Solheim
Some of my U.S. national team teammates and I have been friends with fellow old bag LPGA golfers for many years. It all started over a few pints with Meg Mallon and Beth Daniel in Denver back in 1998, and since then, we have been LPGA groupies.
Outside of the many LPGA tournaments we crashed, we also attended (and behaved) at Beth’s Hall of Fame ceremony in 2000. And now, we will attend (and most likely not behave) at our second Solheim Cup, starting Friday in Denver, with our Nutmeg Mallon as the captain of the U.S. team. (Our first Solheim Cup was when Beth captained the U.S. team to victory in Sugar Grove, Ill., in 2009.)
In honor of our fellow team USAers, Meg, and Beth, here are 5 things I love about the Solheim Cup:
1. I can lose the dreaded polite golf clap and hoot and holler in true hooligan fashion. The golf clap never quite suited my Rowdy Foudy DNA, so I feel much more at home at the Solheim Cup, where loud cheering is not only permitted, but expected. Amen to that.
2. In a sport that exists on gut-wrenching solo play -- all day, every day -- to watch individuals come together as a team and play for their country is truly special.
3. There are not many things better than watching the U.S. take on the Euros. Maybe it’s not quite the American Revolution, but I do always enjoy some good-natured jabs at our Euro friends. Plus, it gives me an excuse to pull out my stars and stripes Wonder Woman onesie … and wear my Dr. Seuss hat.
4. Any time athletes such as American Brittany Lincicome talk about being so nervous they are going to throw up, I am watching. This matters.
5. The USA is undefeated (6-0) when it plays on this side of the pond. Here is to being on the course, on home soil, cheering like a crazy woman alongside about 500 other Mallon Maniacs (and that is all Meg’s immediate family -- Irish Catholics -- need I say more.)
Apologies in advance to people in the neighboring states of Colorado who can hear us chanting the next three days ... Go, USA, Go!