Rory is marrying an American girl, so, as I see it, he is American by marriage.
Rory’s eye surgery. I have a theory about that. My eyes were great until age 35 or 40. Around that time, I started having trouble telling if my tee shots sliced into the rough past the second tree or the third tree. More than once, someone shouted at me, “Lanny, it’s the next tree!” So I got glasses. I only wore them when I played golf.
My putting got worse. I didn’t really think about, though, until, I don’t know, five years later when I realized, “You know, I used to putt better than this.” I also had a far-too-frequent habit of reading greens the the exact wrong way. I would see a big break right when it was a big break left. I once hit a twenty foot put hole-high and still had twenty feet left. If that is an exaggeration, it’s not much of one. Twas somewhat embarrassing. In retrospect, I think my lesser putting had to do with the glasses. I don’t know for a fact; I certainly didn’t investigate the matter scientifically. Nevertheless, I’m left feeling my putting would have been better if I’d gotten laser surgery (did they even have that at the time?) rather than glasses.
So… I am predicting a great year for Rory. His putting has historically been a little spotty. I expect him to be a consistently good putter this year; if everything else holds together, it might be him winning the Grand Slam instead of Jordan.
A song for Rory and his bride-to-be:
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning last July
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.