Ring the Cowbell: The President's Cup Selection Has Come Down to This

Dear Freddie:

There is no reason to wait until Tuesday.  

There is no reason to ponder your last selection for the President's Cup.  There is no sense wringing your hands and holding a press conference to announce anything other than your pairings.  This guy has the game, and he is letting his clubs do the talking.  If you choose Bill Haas, the critics will scream nepotism, and Brandt Snedeker had his chance last week.

Boom-Boom, are you there?  Listen to the sound of this, "On the first tee, representing the United States, Keegan Bradley."  It just sounds like apple pie.  Call his Aunt Pat and ring a cowbell.  Grab the first media person you see and simply make it official.

Mr. Couples, what else does he need to do?  Sixty-four strokes to get around East Lake.  Some players think it's a much tougher track than the Atlanta Athletic Club.  C'mon man, sign him up, get his shirt size, his visor size and give him a red,white and blue bag.  

Please don't mess this one up.  Please, no more rhetoric about picking from the gut, look at the scores and write it down.  K-E-E-G-A-N.

Phil Mickelson has stumped for Bradley, Hunter Mahan has sung his praises.  Even if he shoots an 82 in Round 2 of the Tour Championship—you should take him.  I think I will nickname him the "Senator", after Bill of course.

One last time, Georgia clay to Freddie.  He did more in one season than some of the players on your team did in two.  27 starts, 17 cuts made, two wins and one major.

Forget it.  I can't wait until Tuesday.  I'm going to fly to Las Vegas and put all my chips on Keegan Bradley.  From President's Cup wannabe to a member of the team.