AUGUSTA, GEORGIA | The man had seen enough.
He was on the hillside that looks out on Amen Corner, down where The Masters lives. The cool Sunday had finally turned warm just before the afternoon went numb.
In the distance, Jordan Spieth stood in the shadows cast by the forest that borders the left side of the 13th hole. He had already put two balls in Rae’s Creek in the front of the 12th green – the hole he was playing – and he was in the process of surrendering the lead in The Masters for the first time since the first round of the 2015 tournament.
All the good work Spieth had done, building a lead without his best stuff and carrying a five-stroke lead to the 10th tee barely half an hour earlier, nine holes from becoming just the fourth player to win consecutive green jackets, was coming unwound with remarkable speed.
After seeing Spieth gouge his fifth shot into the back bunker at No. 12, the man slung his folding chair over his shoulder and walked away before Spieth’s quadruple-bogey 7 was complete.
“I can’t watch this any more,” he said to no one in particular as Spieth made his way to the 12th green, crossing the Nelson Bridge that is meant for players coming off the 13th tee.
It was a bridge too far.
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