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This week, and in fact many months ago, Keegan Bradley the shittiest Ryder Cup captaincy of them all. Hear me out. Congrats, right? Except… not really. If you zoom out and look at the circus clown car now, you realize Keegan didn’t just get a shiny blazer and a headset he got handed the most poisoned chalice in modern golf.

This is setting up to be the ultimate no-win gig for ole Keegs. A captain pick not so cleverly disguised and obviously a make-good battlefield promotion. The golf equivalent of getting invited to the reunion party after the wedding you weren’t invited to.

Two years ago, Keegan was playing solid golf. Bleeding red, white, and blue. And what did Zach Johnson do? Left him off the team — on Netflix. Flat-out snubbed. Keegan was crushed. Made it clear how badly he wanted it. He might have been the magic team USA needed over in Europe, instead they got ham jangled by the Euros a lost the Ryder Cup in somewhat humiliating style.

So the PGA knee jerks — they throw him the captaincy for 2025. At Bethpage Black. In New York. On home turf. Where he played in college at St. john’s. Like, “Hey bud, sorry we crushed you two years ago. Wanna run the whole damn show now?” Maybe that sounds cool on paper… until you realize the dumpster fire this actually is.

Keegan Bradley is only 39. That’s younger than DJ was in 2021. He’s still very much in playing shape. Still bombing it, still in the mix on leaderboards, won The Travelers and is one of the 12 (err, #11 actually) best Americans over the last 2 years. But now he can’t play. Because he’s the captain. And he committed to that like a real pro.

If he were 45 or 50, fine—he’s on the back nine of his career, put the headset on, call in the pairings, sip some coffee, collect your legacy. But 39? That’s like putting your starting quarterback in the coaching booth mid-season.

Could he have picked himself? Technically. But imagine the circus if he did. The media would torch him. “Oh, look at Keegan trying to Arnie his way into the lineup.” If he bombs? Ruined. If he wins a few points but the team loses? Still ruined. It’s a lose-lose. He picks himself, he looks selfish. He doesn’t pick himself, and we all sit around wondering if maybe he should’ve been out there. It’s like benching yourself in the Super Bowl.

Now let’s talk about those captain’s picks. And let’s be honest, they look… not great, as I am wont to say to my friends. Not terrifying. Just fine. And you just know the moment one of them goes 0-2, people are gonna be on Keegan’s ass like he missed a three-footer to lose the Cup.

This is New York, man. Bethpage Black. The crowds are gonna be rowdy. Probably to a largely unflattering degree. Welcome to ugly-America Euros. This isn’t Whistling Straits or Medinah. This is Long Island. If Team USA gets punked by Europe at home Keegan’s legacy is toast. And then you’ve got the peanut gallery chirping from every direction.

Paige Spiranac, never one to sit out a Ryder Cup rant, blasted the state of the team with the subtlety of a wicked hot sledgehammer:

“If I had to describe the US Ryder Cup team in one word, it would be ‘soft.’”

She does speak for the loud, meme-ready masses who want fire and guts not another press-friendly six-pack of personalities.

Then there’s Brandel Chamblee, king of the thesaurus and longtime LIV hater, who somehow managed to twist this whole thing into a geopolitical thriller:

“The biggest concern isn’t who Keegan picks—it’s that guys like Bryson might be playing for Saudi Arabia in spirit, not the United States.”

Absolutely wild take. But vintage Brandel. Just hurling gasoline onto the already-scorched Ryder Cup discourse. Stop it already Brandel.

Keegan got shafted. This whole situation is a fumble. He was good enough to make the team, maybe even lead the team on the course, but instead he’s been hoisted onto the captain’s perch way too early, like a guy being handed a retirement watch in the middle of a career-best season. All because the PGA needed to clean up the PR mess from 2023.

Now he’s the fall guy if the U.S. loses. He doesn’t get to play hero. He only gets to wear the blame.

If the U.S. wins, cool. He gets a few high-fives and a congratulatory montage and maybe first right of refusal to captain again in 2027. If they lose? The golf nerds are gonna remember. And Keegan Bradley, Ryder Cup Captain, becomes Keegan Bradley, sacrificial lamb.

He might still pull it off. He might rally the troops, light a fire, and lead a home win that silences every critic. But man, the margin for error is paper-thin. Let’s hope those six picks are ready to go to war. Keegan might be the first guy to get snubbed and scapegoated in back-to-back Ryder Cups.

What a game, huh?