Today's Top 5 Mulligans — Sat 3 Oct 2026

You know, after two days of looking like they’d rather be anywhere else—maybe a root canal, or a tax audit—the Americans at the Presidents Cup suddenly decided it was time to put on a show. Down by what felt like a stadium’s worth of points, they shuffled onto Medinah’s fairways for the singles session with the same grim resolve you’d find in someone facing a particularly stubborn jar lid.

You know, after years of watching dimpled balls bounce off trees and into water hazards, I’ve learned something about golf’s big stories: they’re rarely smooth sailing. Phil Mickelson, a guy whose career has been a wild ride between "wow, that was amazing" and "what on earth was that?", has taken a serious time-out from the fairways.

It’s genuinely fascinating, isn't it, the bizarre ways people stumble into golf stardom? Take Andrew Bailey, for instance. Just a blink ago, this guy was slinging branded quarter-zips at the U.S.

History, as they say, was served. In a final that felt less like 18 holes of golf and more like a tense geopolitical summit, China's Xiaolong Zhong and France's Amandine Vincent went head-to-head for the U.S.

Some golfers pray for sunshine, a gentle breeze, and perhaps a strategically placed divot to avoid. Michael Stewart, however, apparently subscribes to the "scorched earth" policy. Sitting outside the cut line for what felt like forever, the Ayrshireman figured a bit of apocalyptic weather was his golden ticket to the Alfred Dunhill Links Championship.