Some of you may be aware of the Paris Syndrome, a disorder exhibited by individuals when they go on holiday to the French capital for the first time and are left anxious, sweating, panting, dizzy and giddy as a result of severe culture shock derived from the discovery that Paris is not what they had expected it to be.

First time readers of these weekly wafflings tend to suffer similar brow-mopping sensations when confronted by the Tuesday column. Then again, even regular readers usually end up in a gasping, hysterical lather too.

In a month’s time, most of us should have an idea of what to expect from Paris when the Ryder Cup swings into life at Le Golf National. Big, bold, brash, boisterous? The transatlantic tussle in the modern era is all of these things as golf tends to burst from its strait-jacket during a raw, rambunctious rammy that never fails to rouse the senses.

In many ways, it will be a relief when the thing starts given the over-analysis, ponderings and pontifications that go on in the prolonged build-up to the biennial bun fight.

We’ve still got a week or so of rumour, conjecture and opinion to go as European qualifying ends in Denmark next Sunday and the respective captains of Team Europe and Team USA mull over their wild card picks while the golfing media continues its game of Ryder Cup Hokey Cokey. He’s in, he’s out. No, wait, he’s in. And maybe he’s out now? But he’s definitely in. Unless, he’s in and then he comes out? That’s what it’s all about eh?

Amid all of this assumption and presumption, the relentless recycling of will he, won’t he stories about the captains potentially doing this, that and the other would get us all honorary membership of Friends of the Earth.

Over in the US the other night, the bold Bryson DeChambeau effectively clinched his own wild card spot for the American side with his second victory on the PGA Tour this season in the Northern Trust Open. Then again, what did we say about those he’s in, he’s out ramifications?

DeChambeau’s myriad quirks, foibles, complexities and eccentricities have been well-documented in recent years and the physics graduate has always been keen on the appliance of science in a game that is far from an exact science.

“It’s to do with anatomical limits of your body and how you can best utilise them for your proprioception,” he once said in a post-round chinwag at a tournament. It’s safe to assume you won’t hear a phrase like that being trotted out amid the tsunami of soundbites in the Celtic versus Rangers phoney war this week.

In this very individual sport, DeChambeau certainly stands out with his deep and meaningful ventures into formulas, golfing theory, biomechanics and golf balls soaked in Epsom salts.

In a game historically mired in conservative thinking, that very individuality can often be a stick with which observers can beat him. It’s one of the curiosities of sport. Most folk pine for something a bit different in golfers, or athletes in general, but when one comes along it can often greeted with the kind of narrow-eyed suspicion you’d get when a stranger walks into a parochial pub in a small village.

When he stumbled over the finishing line coming down the stretch in the recent European Open and lost the title to Richard McEvoy, his failure to offer the victor a courteous show of congratulations on the green led to him being lambasted for a lack of sportsmanship.

DeChambeau was just about forced into creating something of an E=MC2 equation for acceptable levels of handshaking. He settled for delivering an apology to appease the harrumphing masses.

Not long before that, he was filmed on the Carnoustie driving range after a first round 75 in the Open working himself into a quite desperate, histrionic, head-in-the-hands fankle as he tried to fathom out the technicalities of his game.

How the very individual, heart-on-the-sleeve DeChambeau would do in the one-for-all, all-for-one team environment of a Ryder Cup remains to be seen.

His passion is undoubted, though. And, if harnessed properly, a fiery rookie can be a valuable weapon in the armoury. One thing’s certain, he’d certainly make it interesting ...