Augusta, Ga. • This story can finally be published. The one we thought may never come, the one we doubted several times would come to pass as late as Sunday afternoon. The story that seemed written in the stars for 15 years, yet always abandoned and shoved back into the drafts folder to celebrate somebody else’s crowning moment. The one Rory McIlroy has tormented himself chasing, secluding himself onto the New York City High Line, earbuds in, escaping from yet another heartbreak.
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