Which is one of my points about the Ryder Cup. Europeans drink. A lot. The French think beer is a soft drink. You say you’re not drinking and they go “Oh, well, do you want something non alcoholic? Coke, Orangina, beer?”.
And we’re not talking no Lite beer orange water you buffoons chug down. This is proper Belgian beer made in monasteries before Colombus was a seed in his father’s nut sack. That shit stops your legs working before you’re halfway through swallowing.
So your lot will roll up for breakfast, get served a Pelforth or two, and crawl up to the 1st tee rocking a mid party glow. And you won’t have helpers slipping you thimbles to maintain the buzz. Oh no. You’ll all just feel the wrath of a hangover descend for the back 9 as The Fear kicks in.
Obviously this doesn’t apply to Lefty. I reckon that guy can go toe to toe with Gerard Depardieu and still sink a 40 foot chip in from inside a wine barrel.