Sutton won't be an easy Ryder

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BLOOMFIELD TOWNSHIP, Mich. -- Get ready for a Motor City Melee.

Ryder Cup atmospheres tend to follow the personality of the host captain. If that trend continues at Oakland Hills this week, U.S. skipper Hal Sutton is likely to turn this week's 35th matches into a jingoistic maelstrom reminiscent of Kiawah Island and Brookline.

"Do you see what's on my back?" asked Sutton yesterday, turning to show off the unfashionably large U.S. flag which will be an embroidered staple of the American team wardrobe this week. "We're here to represent this flag. And we're here to win. Period."

After the last Ryder Cup on U.S. soil, when both the home team and the partisan galleries at Brookline (1999) trampled across the line separating patriotic enthusiasm from inhospitable decorum, it became fashionable to describe the biennial event as an exhibition where the result was far less important than the spirit in which the matches were conducted.

With Uncle Sam's unseemly behavior at Brookline still stinging both squads, the 2002 Ryder Cup Matches were conducted with an almost morbid civility, both European captain Sam Torrance and U.S. captain Curtis Strange trumpeting the event's spirit of transatlantic fellowship.

For the PGA of America, there was just one problem with the proceedings at the Belfry: Europe won by the largest margin in 17 years (151/2-121/2), claiming Samuel Ryder's golden chalice for the third time in its last four tries.

Enter Sutton, who claims the PGA of America gave him but one mandate upon selecting him two years ago as captain: win. And Sutton, of course, was a perfect pick for such a single-minded campaign.

For one, Sutton doesn't believe in exhibitions. To the 46-year-old Louisiana native, anything worth doing demands bared teeth and clenched fists.

For another, Sutton bleeds red, white and blue. Perhaps only the late Payne Stewart and former firebrand Tom Lehman, both of whom teamed with Sutton at Brookline to provide the spiritual guts of the victorious U.S. machine, have ever matched Sutton's brand of unabashedly flaming patriotism. Throw in his solid record in four Ryder Cup appearances (7-5-1) and his brilliance on and off the course at Brookline (3-1-1) and Sutton seems a natural.

In fact, the only negative surrounding the Sutton regime might be that he's more sergeant than captain, more warden than host, more dirty camo than dress blues. There's not a single subtle, diplomatic or compromising bone in Sutton's body.