When the greatest team golf competition in the world tees off on Scottish soil six days from now, there will be only one Scot playing as Team Europe bids to retain the trophy they last won two years ago in Medinah, Illinois.
Much as I love the egg-chasing game, it has always struck me as rugby's most profound weakness that it has nothing in its repertoire to match the sublime moment of sporting purity that is football's own goal.
Chiseling out this column last night - a tortuous, expletive-ridden process on a par with gouging a new face into Mount Rushmore with a bent soup spoon - I realised it will be my final gathering of weekly haverings before Armageddon kicks in.
THE notes I take at football matches resemble spiders crawling out of an ink pot and lurching across the page to die; looking back it's never easy to decipher what seemed so worthy of writing down at the time.
IT may not be the most important vote taking place on September 18 but the date is a red-letter day for equality in golf. On Thursday, as the nation decides on its future, members of the Royal & Ancient Golf Club of St Andrews will decide whether to welcome women through its doors for the first time in its 260-year history.
TO spare a few blushes, I'll resist the urge to name the guilty names, but there was an impressively ill-informed thrust to the conversation in the sumptuously appointed Scotstoun press room ahead of Glasgow's Guinness PRO12 match with Leinster on Saturday afternoon.