It got to the point where all hope was pretty much gone. Even before Sunday’s final Noah Syndergaard Youth Jersey round, after three days of steely Sergio resolve, few HBH readers were prepared to give in to positivity. Sergio fan Simon Farnaby – who knows a thing or two about golfing losers having co-authored this tome – emailed: “I hope it does get to Amen Corner. But it won’t even get there, I’m afraid. He’ll double bogey 4, then fizzle away and we won’t see him again until he holes out on 18.” This is a man who, over the last two decades, has regularly invested sums equivalent to the annual GDP of Yorkshire in backing the man. Superstitious regular contributor Hubert O’Hearn, in the wake of Sergio’s good showing on Thursday, was reduced to wearing the same clothes all week; his dog began staring at him in a pitying manner. Sergio being Sergio, he did all the things we feared he would do: ship the lead round Amen Corner, whistle drives into bushes, yip crucial short putts in a tentative panic. Readers quickly resorted to tried-and-trusted coping mechanisms. “I was hoping Sergio could make this year’s heartbreak more stylish and sophisticated,” sighed James Ferguson. “He is doing a good job of it so far. Just the right amount of false http://www.officialmetsproshop.com/Nolan_Ryan_Jerseyhope. This one is really going to hurt, isn’t it?” Sergio García the last man standing and finally a Masters champion Read more Simon McMahon was at the bargaining stage of grief: “If the unthinkable actually happened, what would we have done in June, July and August? Every cloud, eh?” Elliot Carr-Barnsley, meanwhile, turned up late to the party and wondered: “On a scale of one to 10, how likely am I to find the phrase ‘Oh, Sergio!’ written here if I CTRL+F it?” But Sunday evening was different. Sergio regrouped, scrambled pars, holed putts, held his nerve. With a glorious narrative purity harking back to Lamarcus Joyne Authentic Jersey Medinah he salvaged not one but two situations from behind trees. He made that eagle. And this time, he got there. Sergio García: major champion. I was too busy shedding happy tears to post Ian Truman’s email, which is an awful shame as it caught the mood of the HBH inbox. “This is for us. All of us. 73 preambles worth of mentioning Sergio but never quite believing it. For getting our hopes up on Saturday afternoons. For kicking our cats as a hundred short putts missed low. All for this. Oh, Sergio, you hero.” Of course, Sergio being Sergio, there is a bittersweet aftertaste. Could he not have beaten Jordan Spieth? Or Phil Mickelson, or Bubba, or someone else who has a Green Jacket? Because now I have started to worry about Justin Rose – the sporting, gentlemanly Justin Rose – never fulfilling his undoubted Masters promise. Fingers crossed http://www.ramsofficialsonline.com/Lance_Kendricks_Jersey_Cheap he will do it next year. He will do it some year, won’t he? Oh, Justin
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