Augusta, Ga. – Rory McIlroy’s 7-foot hawk putt slides under the Cup in the upper left corner of the 15 stand in Augusta National. At that moment of the day, silent Masters Championship customers were not familiar with the thousands while groaning. However, repeated listening and participation are not easy.
A green jacket stands up on a crazy plastic bleach seat.
“I can’t do more,” the gentleman said, “He lining up the steep stairs, his sons leaning behind, fumbling about coats that only selected groups can sport on the property.
Before it actually happened, McIlroy chased a professional grand slam, and the end of his 11-year major championship drought would be more like you occupying the most disgusting roller coaster on Earth and increasing its speed by ten times. Or secure yourself in the blender and turn it to the highest setting to shake the table.
The opening double bogey was a wedge-shaped water polo into Rae’s Creek’s water polo, the first sudden death of the Masters since 2017 – McIlroy gave Augusta National a show he didn’t know he wanted. The customers on site are still unsure that this is what they will sign. Sunday was a heart attack.
“My fight today is with me. It’s not with anyone else,” McIlroy said Sunday night, a 38-piece regular green jacket hanging over his shoulders. “You know, it was Justin (Rose) in the end, but today my battle was in my mind, staying in the present.
“What I want to say is, I do better than I do.
This may have been the intra-machine war, but it was felt by everyone in the Augustan nation. They leaned against the wayward drive, busy glimpsing the gravity escape route and hoped-oh, they hoped–whenever the putter face touched the golf ball, a hole was found. Just this, Rory.
Rotate and rotate, they hold their breath.
Then, the final roar can only mean one thing: sweet, sweet relief.
“There is an old saying that the real masters don’t start until nine on Sunday’s guard,” the great Dan Jenkins wrote in the 1975 Sports Illustrated archive. This is still true.
The 9th of Master 89 begins with something you can never believe: comfort. It is almost always the Rage Building in Haishi.
The tenth place suppressed McIlroy’s dream dream, 14 years ago was a childish 21 year old. McIlroy opened a storage locker for 2009 champion Angel Cabrera on Sunday morning, playing with McIlroy that day.
Customers surrounded Rory McIlroy all day long. (Richard Heathcote/Getty Images)
The 10th driving is devil-free. Will the subsequent birdie putt lead four times? electric. Customers surrounded the Tenth Green and the 11th Fairway 30, staring deep into the branches, wandering aimlessly to find a gap where you can see something. Anything. Amen corner lurks. The only thing they all knew was that the carpet was about to be tear off from under the northern part of Northern Ireland.
It all happened in blur. No. 11’s bogey – This number could have been much larger. McIlroy ranked 12th. McIlroy played safely with a four-shot lead.
There is no closer to customers than Amen Corner, where thousands of people watch McIlroy’s ball fly once and then twice together. He stood a wedge from his 82 yards hand. If he was going to screw it all up, it wouldn’t be here, all Georgia in Georgia is on the left side of the green. Correct?
McIlroy’s ball fell into the creek. He bent his spine halfway and then reached his hand to his knee. At that time, there were many victorious patrons responding. Here, in the last chapter of Amenko, gasps back. They didn’t stop.
First, McIlroy’s Red 13 stood out from the nearby manual rankings and was hit by No. 11 somber. He paused and waited for an extra moment before he could get past the 14th t-shirt, almost like he knew it was coming. Ross suddenly made his 10 turn 11.
Tie score.
No Masters champion has won the green jacket with four double bogeys. Is that the kind of history McIlroy is going to create?
Whenever McIlroy abandons the golf tournament forever, he shoots, for a moment, even bounces in his footsteps, adding up to the opposite. He looked like he was in cruise control until the emergency brake hit. Customer’s fists in the air combined with sunburned face buried in hands. More new red numbers have caused a sensation. McIlroy threw another dart. Little bird. victory? No, close the bogey. There. All of this will boil down to this. His Ryder Cup teammate Rose suddenly died.
Harry Diamond, McIlroy’s caddie and best friend, looked at his players when they headed to the golf cart and brought the two back to the 18th tee since they were seven.
He said: “Well, good friend, we’ll take it on Monday morning.”
The wandering Augusta national audience disagrees. The pain becomes unbearable and exhausted, and is also the best master of the modern era. Either way, it needs to end. McIlroy needs to get himself (and everyone else) out of the situation.
Walk through the white and Golden Gate of Augusta National Club Club, along the winding stairs, through the quaint and decadent restaurant, you will find yourself on the porch. It overlooks the iconic row of giant oaks, green and white umbrellas, and in the distance, if you are imminent, Green No. 18.
But today, this view is shrouded in anxious corpses. On the ground, some people proposed to start a “phone” game to play games by game on green.
On the porch, you can rotate 180 degrees and face a row of white windows. They resulted in a 35-inch TV, the only modern technology in a 100-yard radius. Green jacket wearers, off-duty broadcasters and confused writers gather together to watch the weird combination of the playoffs. Patrick Reed dipped in a lilac cocktail. The upcoming USGA president appears. Everyone was too nervous to speak. No one.
The sound of this force cannot be recorded. Augusta National’s entire body felt McIlroy’s energy release after the 4-foot birdie putt fell. From his point of view, he also fell into his knees and sobbed and twitched – he felt too.
One of the most chaotic final rounds in recent memory ended with pure emotion, the sixth man finishing a professional grand slam release, McIlroy shut down his narrative of wondering if he was escaping.
“It was all a relief. There wasn’t much joy in this reaction. It was all a relief,” McIlroy said with a smile after the turn. “And then, you know, the joy comes soon. But, that’s-I’ve been here for 17 years, and it’s more than a decade of emotion from me there.”
We know, Rory. We know.
(Top photo: Harry How / Getty Images)
