Yet, the predicted storming of the 18th green upon an LIV victory didn’t materialise as PGA Tour loyalist Jon Rahm kept them at bay by four strokes. Dare it be said, the burly Spaniard held the Rahmparts.
The storm raged, three Georgia pines fell, but the citadel still stands. There was no “bust-up in Augusta” or whatever tacky tagline LIV golf — or boxing’s Don King — might have concocted. It was neither a thrilla nor a rumble: golfing peace prevailed at the marathon 87th Masters.
The game’s establishment was spared the indignity of having to drape the venerable Green Jacket around uppity, money-grabbing shoulders. But there were three rebels in the top five, including the most uppity of all, Phil Mickelson, tied for an unlikely second place at 52 years of age.
