Stephen Corby joins fifty thousand fiercely partisan fans at Bethpage Black to witness the Ryder Cup, golf’s most intense and intoxicating spectacle of rivalry and resolve.
Editor’s Note: This story originally appeared in Volume 6 of B.H. Magazine, pre-order your copy of Volume 7 now.
The noise – a deafening, Trump-eting hoo-ha of nationalistic fever – is no surprise. It’s the silence that shocks.
As the Ryder Cup prepares to tee off at the ungodly hour of 7:10am, I’m…

