My Ryder Cup Experience: Observing A Scene

Observing a Scene

Brady Enneking

10/13/2016

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My Ryder Cup Experience

The 2016 Ryder Cup was held in Chaska, Minnesota. The event brought in over 300,000 golf fanatics from all over the world over the six days it occurred. Fitting over 50,000 rowdy fans onto a golf course is an amazing site. The course was transformed into a small city using movable tent structures. Everywhere you looked there was an unbelievable sight. My father and I had a fantastic experience, that we will remember forever.

As we made the turn into the parking area in the convoy of vehicles stretching miles, the sight was astonishing. The gates had only been open thirty minutes, and the entire parking lot was full. Volunteers lead us to park in an open

Some Americans had snuck out early to get some holes in. Tiny groups started turning into armies, as more people heard the news. My dad and I were part of that army. We had zero clue where to go, since neither of us had ever been to that course . We ended up stumbling onto the second hole just as a group was teeing off. People had not bombarded the fence yet, so we snatched a spot. This spot ended up being our favorite place. When the golfers teed off the ball would fly directly over our heads, because the hole curved and they could make it past the corner. What really made this spot great occurred after they hit. The golfers would end up walking directly next to the fence. As they passed, people would call to them, and give words of encouragement. A posse of friends, family, coaches, and more went along with the golfers. The fans also followed soon after. We ended up staying there most of the day, but found other spots when

As a surprise to us, most people had the same idea. It ended up turning into a race for the exit. People all heading the same direction filled the entire road leading past the driving range to the huge terrace. The bridge that held so many people when we arrived, had twice as much now. The line for the buses zigged and zagged, to keep it compact. What the event planners had not expected was the line to be so long it trailed back all the way back onto the bridge. People piled up, because of this. After slowly filtering into the roped off section of the line, we traveled back and forth. As we loaded the bus I looked back at the people still on the bridge and