The Europeans were dead men walking, being massacred at Medinah.
The Ryder Cup, as a real contest, was all but over midway through this pleasant early fall afternoon Saturday, and the mood at one of Chicago's most elite clubs -- where Halloween came early and beer flowed freely -- had turned to raucous celebration.
The United States had taken the Saturday morning foursomes session, 3-1, closed out the first two matches of the afternoon's four-ball competition and had Jason Dufner and Zach Johnson 2-up in one match and Tiger Woods fighting back from 4-down to just 1-down in the other.
And then, as European shoulders slumped, along came Ian James Poulter, whose flamboyance can mask the warrior within him.
The Englishman, who'd teamed with Justin Rose to deliver the Europeans' only point in the foursomes -- a format they usually dominate -- was a one-man wrecking crew of American dreams.
Poulter single-handedly has made the Sunday singles at the very least relevant.
His five clos...