AUGUSTA, Ga. – He said he would never win one. They said he was probably right.
He said the golf gods were against him, that bad luck – and not just bad shots – were his undoing. They said he lacked intestinal fortitude. That his natural shot-making ability would put him in contention but when faced with adversity, he would sulk and compound the problem.
They said his window of opportunity was closing, that a bevy of younger stars were filling what once was his domain. He said his life would be no different, that crossing his name off some best-to-never-win list would not define his happiness. But in his heart, the fire always burned.
For more than a decade, this conversation took place. But now it’s over, replaced by adoring fans shouting his name.
Sergio Garcia has won a major. On Sunday, he won the Masters.
“Been a long time coming,” he said while slipping on the green jacket at Butler Cabin, having defeated good friend Justin Rose on the first playoff hole after their match play-type battle on the back nine at Augusta National.