MEDINAH, Ill. — Michael Phelps and I high-fived.
Fourteen years ago here, at Medinah Country Club, swimming’s greatest of all time had been following the 2012 Ryder Cup from inside the ropes when his arms started working harder than they would in any pool. The Americans were surging at the finish of day one, and Phelps was slapping hands with anyone he could find to the left of the 17th hole — and his paw hit mine. It was a moment. I remember it. He sure as hell doesn’t. But I’m pretty sure we both left thinking Team USA would win, and I’m pretty positive we thought that even more so the next day.
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