One Of My Favorite Weekends

A game in the Emerald Isle.
Every two years - or once in a while.
Just 14 and one-half points;
A winner the scoreboard annoints.
And the pressroom questions will be quite vile.

A cup and a birdie machine;
A crowd whose taunts are not clean.
"I once was lying dormie;"
"Now my Ryder Cup record is stormy,"
"For I've putted right off of the green."

A Spaniard and a Cablinasian
Ignited golf like a deadly contagion.
"Get him on the green
and his clock I will clean."
A rivalry or mere pertubation?