It was a great day in my household yesterday, and was a long time coming. When I started dating my now-wife 7.5 years ago, she quickly realized she would be watching a lot more golf in her future than she anticipated. But she was a great sport about it because her Dad and best friend are also big golf fans, so it's not like she wasn't already exposed to it at some level.
Regardless, in the years that followed she quickly gained an affinity for the story and class of Tommy Fleetwood, and he became her favorite golfer. She'll keep track of his scores even if I'm not around, and the only time she truly looks forward to watching golf is if he's in contention on a Sunday. As everyone knows, that's led to a lot of heartbreaking Sundays. But yesterday was different, and felt very different right from the jump. Tommy played great and never really faltered, probably aided by Cantlay stumbling out of the gate the first two holes.
We jumped up and down, we celebrated, and we received dozens of texts from friends and family members who know how much we both were pulling for Tommy to finally win one of these. It was a great Sunday afternoon of golf watching in our household, and I hope now that the monkey is finally off his back he'll go on to win many more.
