Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean was pumping, the crowd was excited, and I stood on the tee feeling all eyes on me. Well, I am exaggerating slightly. On our way to the Solheim Cup, where dancing was de rigueur on the first tee, we played lovely Royal Zoute. The 12th tee is just yards from a school where parents and children were enjoying a garden party. I doubt they noticed my disappointing, loopy drive or my pleasing recovery that led to a tap-in par, but the moment was memorab