FARMINGDALE, N.Y. -- The expletives were not exclusive to the New York gallery. As members of the United States and Europe Ryder Cup teams walked off the 14th green, the sun beginning to crest the hilltop on which they stood. The start of the descent -- both literal and figurative -- was beginning to near; the U.S. had dug itself into another early hole at the Ryder Cup, and the Americans were doing damn near everything to claw their way out.

In a pivotal match that slammed the door shut on any thought of an evening red wave, Bryson DeChambeau and Tommy Fleetwood eyed birdie putts from varying lengths. Waving his sword up in the air as if he had just slayed the dragon, DeChambeau's effort from 45 feet fell shy giving the normally soft-spoken Fleetwood a chance to rid the oxygen in his lun

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