My senior, seasoned, weathered colleague Tim McDonald’s Paul Casey obsession is bordering on legendary. Legendary lunacy. For reference, see Tim’s latest blog, his latest column, his column before that. Or just wait until tomorrow when he inevitably writes about it again.

Can you imagine if President Bush was ripping on someone for daring to speak out against the U.S. the way Tim’s attacked innocent, fun-loving Casey for speaking his mind? Somehow, I think Tim’s blog would be full of freedom of speech, Bush the tyrant, what’s happening to this country rants.

Paul Casey told the truth. He “properly hates” the conceited superstar U.S. Ryder Cup team and he thinks American fans can be “bloody annoying.” So this suddenly means his passport should be revoked? He deserves pie in the face, justice by Three Stooges?

Come on. Just because you dislike a certain element of a society, doesn’t mean you deserve to be shunned (or pie-ed) by an entire country. In a 50’s and 60’s reference Tim could relate to, What is this Russia?

Paul Casey has officially become my favorite golfer. Not only did he have the guts to say what everyone else on the European Ryder Cup team believes, to display the difference in attitude that’s made the couldn’t-be-bothered-by-it Americans Ryder Cup flops. No, Casey’s done more than that.

He’s drove Tim McDonald mad. At last report, his band of stray dogs were considering committing him Homer Simpson’s Grandpa style.

Go Casey! Go!

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