If it was Ernie or Phil or Vijay or anyone else but The One coming down the fairway on the 18th at Bay Hill, even after a well-struck, safe shot to the green into a headwind, we couch-jockeys would be going for another bowl of chips and a beer to get ready for the inevitable playoff. Bart Bryant would've been on the practice tee, staying loose, getting ready for the first hole of sudden death. Instead, we: you, me, Bart - we watched for the inevitable, and we saw the near re-run of Bay Hill circa 2001. Back then, The One snatched victory from the jaws of Phil Mickelson, yesterday, it was Bart Bryant who watched helplessly, "hopelessly" as he was quoted, as The One did what he does - make the clutch shot, sink the clutch putt, do whatever he needs to do under extreme pressure to gather up another W. There are no superlatives that have not already been used and over-used. We are watching history in the making. The fist-pump/hat-spike clip will now join the dozens of others that are played and replayed and will be replayed into perpetuity. We can say we were watching when it happened...
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