PARIS -- Phil Mickelson stood next to the 14th green on Friday, holding hands with his wife, Amy, and looking like he'd just seen a ghost. How did he end up here again, on the wrong side of a Ryder Cup thrashing? Wasn't this supposed to be a thing of the past? Hadn't he put his reputation on the line in Scotland four years ago, blurted out exactly what needed to be said, precisely to avoid suffering through another scene like this?
Hazeltine was supposed to be an exorcism.
But it turns out, the Ryder Cup isn't done tormenting Mickelson yet.