Rory McIlroy wipes his eyes before wearing the green jacket at the Masters golf tournament. Photo: AP
Did you watch from behind the couch or collapse in a heap on the floor? Did you wake up half the neighbourhood with your shouts and groans? How many times did your spirit leave your body?
As the shadows lengthened at Augusta National, Rory McIlroy collapsed on the green that nearly speared his heart and cried until face turned beetroot. Spent. Empty.