I had great hopes for this morning. My alarm went off at 5:00 and I was in front of the TV by five past. Final day at the Masters – one of the best sports days of the year.

But it kinda sucked. Jason Day just wasn’t on his game and Jordan Spieth looked relentless and unstoppable. Defending champion 5 up with 9 to play and putting the lights out? Ditch the plans to start late, iron a shirt, walk down to the bus and get to work on time.

I even started typing a blog about how Spieth could be the next global sports star. Golf’s answer to the Fed.

Rookie error.

A phone call from my brother and a quick check of the score and it sounds as though the wheels are falling off. Bogey on 10. Bogey on 11. Into the water on 12. Lead gone. 20 years later, the ghost of Greg Norman is haunting Amen Corner and I’m sitting in traffic on ANZAC Bridge.


So I’m ditching the blog to follow shot-by-shot tracking. I’m sure you’ll understand.


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