Column: Bubba Watson Too Nice for Ryder Cup

Had he looked around him during his long and lonesome walk toward the 14th hole, Bubba Watson could have immersed himself in one of the finest vistas in Scotland. Shimmering in the distance behind him, come-hither valleys cut by long-gone glaciers begged to be rambled over. In the lemony sunlight, under pale blue skies tickled by scudding clouds, the home of golf glittered like a palace.