AUGUSTA, Ga. — At this point, we have no one but ourselves to blame when Rory McIlroy rolls our hopes into Rae’s Creek. We’ve had our hearts broken and our hopes shattered so many times, whether at St. Andrews or Los Angeles or Pinehurst or right here in Augusta.
We know pulling for Rory to end his decade-plus-long major-less streak is bad for us, a vice that disguises itself as a virtue. We swear we’re done with it — no more betting on McIlroy to win, no more pinning our emotional well-being on the most compelling player in the game today.