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Issue No. 184 | April 13, 2025
AUGUSTA, Ga. — When I was in college, my father and I used to come to this tournament and sit next to the massive pine on No. 16 quite close to the spot where Tiger chipped in at the end of his win in 2005.
I loved craning my neck to look at the leaderboard on No. 6. I loved trying to figure out what the leaders were doing and if anyone would make a charge. I loved watching everyone play through No. 16 and doing the math on what it would take to win.
But most of all, I loved squinting up the hill on No. 15 as player after player stared down into this roiling nook of the property. Where a 3-3 finish might win you a jacket or at least give you a chance. There was nothing like watching Tiger or Phil or Ernie pace the top of that hill, asking themselves what they needed and if they had what it took.
On Saturday, many years after those college trips with dad, I walked up the left side of 15 because I wanted to remember what it felt like to look back at the hill, at the last time in a round when players feel like they have control of the board.
There are levels, but “at the Masters with at least a handful of legacies hanging on every swing and the tournament rumbling toward its natural end with the crowd favorite over the ball” is a special kind kind of silence.
It sounds like you are thinking through a megaphone. You barely want to breathe.
I never saw it land, but I certainly saw him walk. I looked toward the middle of the green, but I could have closed my eyes.
The explosion said it all. Another 3 in play.
Rory McIlroy doing a great Tiger Woods impression on the 15th hole at the 2025 Masters.
#themasters— Johnny Sandbag (@JohnnySandbag)
10:17 PM • Apr 12, 2025
“It’s over,” I said out loud to nobody but myself.
That feeling, that magical feeling of galleries trying to will someone home and that same person hitting a shot like that, well, it certainly makes it feel like it’s over. Even if it’s not.
“The shot of the fu***** tournament,” gasped the gentleman in front of me. “No,” I thought. “That was the shot of his entire life.”
I have many thoughts. Many many thoughts. And we still have 18 holes to go. We’ll get to them all, but first I want to thank Ship Sticks for presenting today’s newsletter.
I used Ship Sticks to get my clubs to Augusta this year, and the experience could not have been better. Unfortunately for them, I may need to ship my emotions home in the biggest box they have.
Will keep you updated.
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Also, congratulations to the following on winning our giveaways from Saturday.
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And speaking of that ….
1. We know one thing on Sunday with Rory is irrefutable: There will be tears. We just don’t know why.
I once told Rory that he reminds me so much of Federer. Every tournament, he said to me, he absorbs the crowd, receives everything from those around him, but he doesn’t give them much.
Then, at the very end — like Fed collapsing at Wimbledon and crying on the grass — it all comes pouring out.
That will happen again on Sunday.
Either 11 years of frustration and fear and fury will flow sink down forever into these hills, or he will weep his eyes out at the best chance he’ll ever have to do the only thing he ever wanted.
We are at the point of no return.
You know it. I know it. Most importantly, he knows it. The question: Is everyone ready to hang on for five hours while all of that teeters just above the void?
2. This is, almost unquestionably, the best he’s ever played here. The most complete he’s ever been. He’s driving it like an absolute monster — his first two drives on Saturday were a combined 700 yards — but it’s that 75 percent holdy wedge that’s going to help him win the tournament.
It’s the shot we used to scream about from 125 and in. He figured it out, though, and I’ve never seen him hit it better.
Current strokes gained ranks this week.
Driving: 2nd
Approach: 1st
Ball striking: 1st
Tee to green: 1st
Overall: 1st
Is this really happening?
The hats are inevitable.
3. My question: Does he want the fight? The answer through 54 is a resounding, “hell yes.” One person fairly close to Rory told me this week is the most relaxed he’s ever seen him in his career. I don’t know why that’s case, but it does undoubtedly seem to be the case.
It’s also the case that he is hitting championship golf shots. No. 1, No. 4, No. 5, No. 9, No. 11, No. 12, No. 15 (!!) and No. 17 come to mind from his round on Saturday. All just proper big boy championship shots.
You know Bryson’s going to brawl, all hopped up on nothing but driver shafts and desire. He’s going to walk to the first like Tyson in his prime. Punching the air, dancing as he goes. He must be a nightmare to play against, to have on your hip for 18 holes.
Rory said on Saturday night that he would stay in his own world. With Bryson off doing whatever Bryson does, Rory said he would be in a cocoon throughout the day.
Rory wanted the whole damn world on Saturday afternoon. Will he bring that same energy to Round 12 with somebody who already cleaned his clock?
4. How difficult all of this will be. Bryson has so little to lose. He’s already playing with house money and with nothing but time ahead. Rory knows his chances are waning and that this one is the best he’s ever had. How mentally difficult it will be to get through 18 holes with the burden of your own dreams, not to mention everyone else’s.
One of the most difficult things Rory has to contend with every second week in April is how desperate ANGC’s membership is for him to join their ranks. For him to win a jacket that matches all their own.
Scottie talked before the tournament about how much freedom Rory plays with. How flow-y he is. That will never, ever feel tougher than it does on Sunday afternoon.
On Monday, I wrote about how this week is so good because it sometimes feels like it’s barely about the golf. It’s about what happens when your mind is mush and your emotions are on fire.
To me, [the Masters] means a lot of things, but one of my favorites is that I find it to be a crevice into which I can look to see what these men I cover are truly all about.
The Masters is somehow both grandiose and intimate. The entrance to the biggest stage in the world is also just another side street in a broken down old town. Because of this juxtaposition, the tournament seems to compress its contestants’ souls in ways we rarely see in sports.
I want Rory to birdie the 9th on Sunday to go up four on Scottie and Bryson with just nine holes between him and the immortal slam and nothing but terror in his eyes. Because where else can someone who has the entire world feel such fear about obtaining what he has not?
Time passes, opportunities elude, the entire thing was smoke.
For minutes, though, maybe even seconds, golf gives us – the Masters provides us – what we know we want the most.
Competition matters. Beautifully struck shots are great.
But in the end, when the week is cracked open and everyone is bare, it is the humanity this event engenders – all the fear and joy and sorrow and elation we can possibly contain – that is truly undefeated.
Sometimes you get it all in the same round. Sometimes on the very same hole. Nowhere more so than every spring at this wonderfully terrible place.
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And now that exact scenario — Rory making birdie at No. 9 to go up four on Bryson and Scottie — may somehow actually happen?
5. Bryson is the greatest character. Almost cartoon-like. Whipping up the fans on 16 and 18, running up the crosswalk to scoring, slapping hands like Cal Ripken making the rounds at Camden after he broke Lou Gehrig’s consecutive games played streak.
Patron high five stat tracking coming in 2026.
Hitting balls under a full moon.
Pounding bags and bags of balls, nearing quadruple digits for the week.
Individual sports are constructed with a universe of characters, and there have been few better ones over the last decade than Bryson. He is easy to hate and has also somehow become almost endearingly easy to love.
Mostly though? I appreciate his absurdity and how it helps my own personal chess board as I move pieces around and think about how they compare and contrast. How they’re the same and they’re not. How brilliant it is when not everyone’s unique.
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The case for both players to win.
The most encouraging Rory stat.
A mini essay on dreams.
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6. Both players were surprisingly subdued in their pressers. Rory’s reminded me of the opposite of 2018 when he got within three of Pat Reed and immediately said on national television that all the pressure was on Reed.
The implication was clear: The tournament runs through me.
There was none of that today. Not even close. He talked about watching Zootopia with his daughter and what he’s trying to do on Sunday.
I've talked about trying to chase a feeling out there, you know, if I can have that feeling. And if I can go home tonight and look in the mirror before I go to bed and be like, that's the way I want to feel when I play golf. That, to me, is a victory.
Rory McIlroy | 2025 Masters
Hopefully, not the only one.
There will be a moment, though, before that 2:30 p.m. reckoning on Sunday, when it hits him. This happens to everyone, whether you want it to or not. Scottie wept, not believing he was enough.
What Rory does with that 2×4 of emotion that hits him between the eyes will determine how the rest of his career goes. He has preached resilience throughout the week, but we haven’t even reached the difficult part yet.
7. So much golf history hinges on Sunday. If Rory wins, he becomes the second player since 1968 to win the career grand slam.
Men who have walked on the moon since 1968: 12
Men who have won the career slam since 1968: 1
He also ties Brooks with five major championships and immediately becomes the best European golfer of all time. He ends any questions about who the best player of his generation is. He probably makes a leap up into the top 15 golfers of all time with a lot of runway ahead and the a 9,000-pound gorilla off his back.
So nothing much.
If Bryson wins, he ties Spieth with three majors and suddenly, he is the Brooks to Scottie’s Rory in his own generation. Two U.S. Opens are nice — especially at Pinehurst and Winged Foot, big boy courses — but a Masters is a different thing altogether, and this will reclassify him when we talk about legacies.
Also: Rory might win three majors this year, if he wins this one. Take the lid off the hoop, and start watching ‘em go in from all over the yard.
8. Speaking of watching ‘em go in, I always go back to the 2014 Masters. Bubba went ham on Thursday and Friday, and it truly felt — I can remember feeling in the moment — like we were watching the end of the tournament in real time. It took two more days for it to play out, but that is exactly what happened.
That’s how Rory’s 3-3-3-3-3-3 barrage felt on Saturday. A run of 3s that I’m not even sure Steph would have believed.
That run, too, was a reminder of why Rory gets all the adulation when it comes to golf. “Glazing,” is I believe what the kids and LIV stans call it. I’m sorry, but nobody cooks like Rory cooks, and we got the full menu on Saturday afternoon. With apologies to Min Woo, Rory is the preeminent chef in the game, and nobody is close.
You want to know why he’s un-quittable? Sure, some of it is the self-awareness stuff and the humanity, but some of it is because he’s the ultimate supernova.
One tell on this, by the way, is when he starts looking around quickly, like, “Wait, did you guys see that? Did you see what I’m doing?” Watch this video from the Ryder Cup.
He doesn’t give you much, but the message is unmistakable …
I’m F’n here, and I’m not going anywhere.
[Jason here: The best part about this is that Bryson literally said the same about getting the crowd going on 16: “Rory was kind of moving forward. He was at 12 under, and I was kind of chasing a bit. When I made that [putt on 16], I looked up and I said, kind of as a statement, like, ‘You know what, I'm still here. I'm going to keep going. I'm not going to back down.’”]
Somewhere in the Crow’s Nest.
9. I asked on Saturday why you love (or hate) Rory.
So many responses and messages and emails. I loved reading them all.
KVV, unsurprisingly, said it best.
Flaws are more interesting than perfection when it comes to transcendent athletes. Rory's talent is prodigious, but the fact that he's also made mistakes, said/done things he's regretted, cried and strutted, laughed and lashed out, makes it feel like an actual human was blessed with unreal golf talent.
Like in stories when a god would fall for a human and the result would be a child with remarkable gifts but the same flaws and emotions as a normal person.
Wrestling with that conflict is a story as old as storytelling.
KVV
Whew, art.
And it gets at the reasons I keep as well. The humanity, the flaws, all of it. I wrote about this very thing in Normal Sport 1 back in 2021 after the Ryder Cup that made him weep.
There’s a tremendous moment from Rory’s Chronicles of a Champion Golfer on YouTube that you might view as filler or a throwaway but that I think about a lot as it relates to his life now. It’s a home video of him at Christmas. He’s opening presents with his parents, and he’s just tearing into gift after gift that delights him. The usual stuff men our age now desired at that age then. He’s probably nine years old at the time. A CD player, maybe a Sega game, a Nike box with something in it. For a nine-year-old boy in 1998, it might as well have been Blackbeard’s treasure.
And then at the very end of the clip, there’s a moment where he just starts crying and wiping his eyes with his shirt, and then he runs over to hug his dad. As a dad of kids this age myself, I was struck by how overwhelmed he was.
I think at the center of Rory McIlroy there is an enviable tenderheartedness and a well of gratitude that has almost always exceeded his ability to understand it or even his desire to accept it. Life, and especially that life, normally quells all of this, but for some reason -- perhaps even unbeknownst to him -- the flicker remains.
Normal Sport 1
Rory is perhaps the ultimate golf, well, Rorschach test. He is a bit like KD in that way.
The reasons you love him are the exact same reasons your buddy hates him. Someone changing his mind with more information is wise to some and a flip flopper to others. Skipping media is passion to you and petulance to another. The amusing shots at LIV are leadership to one contingent and immaturity to a different one.
He can kind of be whatever you want him to be, but to hate him because he’s flawed, because maybe you expect the human being to match the level of golf is to expect something that nobody is capable of, that no one would even expect of themselves.
10. I want Bryson to win more majors. I just don’t really want him to win this major.
If you want Rory to win: You should look at Bryson’s approach play. It’s currently 45th. He hit just nine greens on Saturday. If that happens again, it’s game, blouses.
If you want Bryson to win: He got his bad round of the way, kept himself in it, and he’s a much better closer than Rory is. Rory will care more. Bryson will care the right amount. That’s the path for him.
I can’t believe we actually have to watch this play out.
11. As Jason Page pointed out to me, this is the opening page of The Reckoning, which is the book Rory is reading this week.
Feels insane!
And this is from Chapter 6, which he’s currently on. If Nance = Nantz, what kind of Sunday are we truly in for?
12. According to Justin Ray, Rory has led five times outright at the 54-hole mark of a major championship. He has won four of those, but they all happened over 10 years ago.
2011 Masters — Lost
2011 U.S. Open — Won
2012 PGA — Won
2014 Open — Won
2014 PGA — Won
2025 Masters — ?
13. I thought on Saturday about how this wouldn’t have meant as much to him in 2011 as it does right now. How, in a lot of ways, this carrot of the Masters has perhaps preserved the ambition of his career.
KVV and I got to talking about (personal) paths not taken on Saturday morning, and as happens at tournaments like this, we begin to tie our lives to what’s playing out on the course.
During our chat, I was reminded of this quote from Rory about La La Land.
I cried so much, like when they [Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone] do those two scenarios of what might have been—life with him or life without him—I was like phhhhhhhhh!
And I’m watching it with Erica thinking, Jeeze! What if things had been different for us? But the music … all of it … it’s just great.
Rory McIlroy | Golf Digest
If he wins that 2011 Masters, maybe he’s the same complete player he is now, but also maybe not. Paths not taken are paths not taken, but I suspect he’s grateful for how it all turned out and how much winning a 5th major — this major — would now mean.
14. And now we’re at the end. There is no going back. Saturday felt like Sunday.
How do we recover?
It has already been the best Masters maybe since I started covering golf, and its closing act somehow portends to be the greatest of them all.
The implications are staggering.
There are only two options: Rory is either going to win the Masters or again have his heart shredded (again) by Bryson. Those are the only two scenarios. Corey Conners is not walking through that door. Neither is Scottie. Or Ludvig. Nobody.
It’s Rory or Bryson. That’s it.
It feels like Phil at Kiawah. You reached the point of no return in the third round where it was like, Well, this is going to be historic either way, and I have no idea how it’s going to go!
After Rory birdied 5 on Saturday, I started feeling that way. He’s either going to win the Masters and restart the chase, or he’s going to have his soul stomped on by the YouTube Golfer in front of a world that’s partly desperate for that very thing.
15. Dreams.
I walked the last eight holes with Rory’s group on Saturday. There were backups on 16, 17 and 18. Rory leaned on his club, the solo Masters leader, staring up in space.
What could he have been thinking?
What could he have been feeling?
Was he considering the nervous child who clearly had the full suite of skills from a preposterous age? Was he thinking about the 8-year-old version of himself who chipped into the washing machine?
Was he thinking about the 21-year-old who lost it all?
Or the 3-year-old with the finish of a future champ?
Dreams don’t really come true.
Not the ones we have as kids. Everyone grew up dreaming of being a big leaguer, of making the winning putt at the Masters. It doesn’t actually happen, though.
But sometimes it does. Very rarely. Almost never. But sometimes.
Why do you love him? Why does this matter to you?
Why does this matter to me? Why do I care?
Everyone has a different answer.
I think for me it’s the ways he wrestles with his dreams. It’s the almost embarrassment that he was given all the gifts.
It’s that he has recognized that the preservation of his own humanity was more important than these gifts all along, but he also still wants the spoils.
That’s a difficult truth. The toughest reconciliation.
He has, as KVV pointed out, warred and failed. Stumbled and fallen. Triumphed and trusted. Lost his cool and lost his way. He has rarely (maybe never), though, lost himself.
And on Sunday, when he gets to the first tee with the Large YouTube Golfer at his back and No. 5 within his grasp, you know that he will know everything that’s at stake.
And that it will be more difficult for him than maybe any golfer in recent memory to quiet all the noise, to quell all the voices.
He is not a robot.
This is why you love him.
He is the most human superstar in sport.
The washing machine was full of dreams.
On Sunday, no matter what happens, the water will flow.
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Issue No. 184 | April 13, 2025
AUGUSTA, Ga. — When I was in college, my father and I used to come to this tournament and sit next to the massive pine on No. 16 quite close to the spot where Tiger chipped in at the end of his win in 2005.
I loved craning my neck to look at the leaderboard on No. 6. I loved trying to figure out what the leaders were doing and if anyone would make a charge. I loved watching everyone play through No. 16 and doing the math on what it would take to win.
But most of all, I loved squinting up the hill on No. 15 as player after player stared down into this roiling nook of the property. Where a 3-3 finish might win you a jacket or at least give you a chance. There was nothing like watching Tiger or Phil or Ernie pace the top of that hill, asking themselves what they needed and if they had what it took.
On Saturday, many years after those college trips with dad, I walked up the left side of 15 because I wanted to remember what it felt like to look back at the hill, at the last time in a round when players feel like they have control of the board.
There are levels, but “at the Masters with at least a handful of legacies hanging on every swing and the tournament rumbling toward its natural end with the crowd favorite over the ball” is a special kind kind of silence.
It sounds like you are thinking through a megaphone. You barely want to breathe.
I never saw it land, but I certainly saw him walk. I looked toward the middle of the green, but I could have closed my eyes.
The explosion said it all. Another 3 in play.
Rory McIlroy doing a great Tiger Woods impression on the 15th hole at the 2025 Masters.
#themasters— Johnny Sandbag (@JohnnySandbag)
10:17 PM • Apr 12, 2025
“It’s over,” I said out loud to nobody but myself.
That feeling, that magical feeling of galleries trying to will someone home and that same person hitting a shot like that, well, it certainly makes it feel like it’s over. Even if it’s not.
“The shot of the fu***** tournament,” gasped the gentleman in front of me. “No,” I thought. “That was the shot of his entire life.”
I have many thoughts. Many many thoughts. And we still have 18 holes to go. We’ll get to them all, but first I want to thank Ship Sticks for presenting today’s newsletter.
I used Ship Sticks to get my clubs to Augusta this year, and the experience could not have been better. Unfortunately for them, I may need to ship my emotions home in the biggest box they have.
Will keep you updated.
In the meantime, use the code normalsport for 20 percent off your first use with Ship Sticks.
Also, congratulations to the following on winning our giveaways from Saturday.
Turtlebox: Someone who hasn’t responded to an email.
OGIO: Ditto!
Precision Pro: Jim H.
Meridian: J.B.
Here’s a nice thing one of them said about Normal Sport.
As I've gotten older I love reading about real life stuff and Normal Sport offers a uniquely personal glimpse into the joys and struggles of life through the lens of golf and the golfers we love to root for (and against)!
And speaking of that ….
1. We know one thing on Sunday with Rory is irrefutable: There will be tears. We just don’t know why.
I once told Rory that he reminds me so much of Federer. Every tournament, he said to me, he absorbs the crowd, receives everything from those around him, but he doesn’t give them much.
Then, at the very end — like Fed collapsing at Wimbledon and crying on the grass — it all comes pouring out.
That will happen again on Sunday.
Either 11 years of frustration and fear and fury will flow sink down forever into these hills, or he will weep his eyes out at the best chance he’ll ever have to do the only thing he ever wanted.
We are at the point of no return.
You know it. I know it. Most importantly, he knows it. The question: Is everyone ready to hang on for five hours while all of that teeters just above the void?
2. This is, almost unquestionably, the best he’s ever played here. The most complete he’s ever been. He’s driving it like an absolute monster — his first two drives on Saturday were a combined 700 yards — but it’s that 75 percent holdy wedge that’s going to help him win the tournament.
It’s the shot we used to scream about from 125 and in. He figured it out, though, and I’ve never seen him hit it better.
Current strokes gained ranks this week.
Driving: 2nd
Approach: 1st
Ball striking: 1st
Tee to green: 1st
Overall: 1st
Is this really happening?
The hats are inevitable.
3. My question: Does he want the fight? The answer through 54 is a resounding, “hell yes.” One person fairly close to Rory told me this week is the most relaxed he’s ever seen him in his career. I don’t know why that’s case, but it does undoubtedly seem to be the case.
It’s also the case that he is hitting championship golf shots. No. 1, No. 4, No. 5, No. 9, No. 11, No. 12, No. 15 (!!) and No. 17 come to mind from his round on Saturday. All just proper big boy championship shots.
You know Bryson’s going to brawl, all hopped up on nothing but driver shafts and desire. He’s going to walk to the first like Tyson in his prime. Punching the air, dancing as he goes. He must be a nightmare to play against, to have on your hip for 18 holes.
Rory said on Saturday night that he would stay in his own world. With Bryson off doing whatever Bryson does, Rory said he would be in a cocoon throughout the day.
Rory wanted the whole damn world on Saturday afternoon. Will he bring that same energy to Round 12 with somebody who already cleaned his clock?
4. How difficult all of this will be. Bryson has so little to lose. He’s already playing with house money and with nothing but time ahead. Rory knows his chances are waning and that this one is the best he’s ever had. How mentally difficult it will be to get through 18 holes with the burden of your own dreams, not to mention everyone else’s.
One of the most difficult things Rory has to contend with every second week in April is how desperate ANGC’s membership is for him to join their ranks. For him to win a jacket that matches all their own.
Scottie talked before the tournament about how much freedom Rory plays with. How flow-y he is. That will never, ever feel tougher than it does on Sunday afternoon.
On Monday, I wrote about how this week is so good because it sometimes feels like it’s barely about the golf. It’s about what happens when your mind is mush and your emotions are on fire.
To me, [the Masters] means a lot of things, but one of my favorites is that I find it to be a crevice into which I can look to see what these men I cover are truly all about.
The Masters is somehow both grandiose and intimate. The entrance to the biggest stage in the world is also just another side street in a broken down old town. Because of this juxtaposition, the tournament seems to compress its contestants’ souls in ways we rarely see in sports.
I want Rory to birdie the 9th on Sunday to go up four on Scottie and Bryson with just nine holes between him and the immortal slam and nothing but terror in his eyes. Because where else can someone who has the entire world feel such fear about obtaining what he has not?
Time passes, opportunities elude, the entire thing was smoke.
For minutes, though, maybe even seconds, golf gives us – the Masters provides us – what we know we want the most.
Competition matters. Beautifully struck shots are great.
But in the end, when the week is cracked open and everyone is bare, it is the humanity this event engenders – all the fear and joy and sorrow and elation we can possibly contain – that is truly undefeated.
Sometimes you get it all in the same round. Sometimes on the very same hole. Nowhere more so than every spring at this wonderfully terrible place.
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And now that exact scenario — Rory making birdie at No. 9 to go up four on Bryson and Scottie — may somehow actually happen?
5. Bryson is the greatest character. Almost cartoon-like. Whipping up the fans on 16 and 18, running up the crosswalk to scoring, slapping hands like Cal Ripken making the rounds at Camden after he broke Lou Gehrig’s consecutive games played streak.
Patron high five stat tracking coming in 2026.
Hitting balls under a full moon.
Pounding bags and bags of balls, nearing quadruple digits for the week.
Individual sports are constructed with a universe of characters, and there have been few better ones over the last decade than Bryson. He is easy to hate and has also somehow become almost endearingly easy to love.
Mostly though? I appreciate his absurdity and how it helps my own personal chess board as I move pieces around and think about how they compare and contrast. How they’re the same and they’re not. How brilliant it is when not everyone’s unique.
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