There is room for debate as to whether the claret jug is the most iconic item awarded to a tournament winner in golf, a chorus of folks representing a sleepy town in Georgia likely arguing that a certain emerald blazer has an awful lot of cachet, too.
Good for you, Brian. You are now the Champion Golfer of the Year, and as Cameron Smith was tearfully reminded last week, you’ve only got a year before you have to give that special trophy back. So drink up.
Ask an AFL grand-final winning player how many beers fit inside the premiership cup and they’ll likely know the answer right away. As for golf’s version of the trophy, the claret jug, the answer is a bit more unclear.
Viktor Hovland smiles an awful lot for a villain. He didn’t ask for that label. He hasn’t done a single thing to deserve it – apart from having the audacity to match Rory McIlroy shot-for-shot on Saturday at the Old Course.