Ole, Sergio! Garcia wins green jacket, first major at 2017 Masters

Ole, Sergio! Garcia wins green jacket, first major at 2017 Masters

We thought we’d seen this movie before, and we were ready for yet another heart-wrenching ending.

If past history were any indication, Sergio Garcia was supposed to lose this 2017 Masters in the clutch, not win it. Something always happens to Garcia, he’s played the flawed tragic hero perfectly for close on two decades.

Shakespeare would have loved Sergio. He’s such a drama queen.

First there was the close call at Medinah in 1999. It was the PGA Championship, and only Garcia stood between Tiger Woods and a romp to the Wanamaker Trophy, Woods’s second major win. But Garcia’s plucky attitude, indefatigable energy and courageous shotmaking vaulted him to an instant fan favorite, even though Woods took the title.

“He’s young! He’s handsome! He’s Spanish - how exotic! Look at that shot from under the tree! He’s a young Seve Ballesteros! Go kid!”

Garcia’s second-place finish all but stole the show from Woods that day and set in motion media speculation that there was a European rejoinder to Tiger. Most people don’t ever remember who finished second in sports, but the golf world remembers that day - it was Sergio’s coming out party.

But sadly, the rivalry with Tiger never developed or was at least decidedly one-sided. Woods pulverized him time and again, leaving Sergio searching for answers, but worse still, sounding petulant, even ungrateful after surly interviews. A few European Tour and PGA Tour wins came, but Garcia was remembered more for shooting an 89 in an Open Championship and crying in his mother’s arms, drooling into the cup once, and needling Tiger in an interview than getting dusted by 10 shots.

Even when Woods was injured for a major and couldn’t play, it was Padraig Harrington, not Sergio, who took the title and the trophy. Padraig stung him twice, badly. First was the 2007 Open Championship at Carnoustie. Sergio opened with a sparkling 65 and led after Rounds 1, 2 and 3, starting Championship Sunday three shots clear of the field and six shots ahead of Harrington.

But Harrington closed with a Ben Hogan-esque 67, while Garcia limped to a 73, forcing a playoff. Padraig actually would have won in regulation, but he pulled his own version of a “Jean Van de Velde Moment.”

That’s sort of like a senior moment meets a bad LSD trip.

You’ll recall Van de Velde blew the 1999 Open Championship at Carnoustie when, with a 3-shot lead and one hole to play, he turned 18 into chopped salad, driving into the 17th fairway, eventually finding Barry Burn, an taking a triple bogey, falling into a 3-way tie for the lead and a playoff won by Justin Leonard. Harrington nearly did the same thing. He had a 1-shot lead as he stood on the 18th tee, but he found Barry Burn not once, but twice, including the section of the 17th hole into which Van de Velde hit his drive. On the way to take his first of two penalty drops, Padraig passed Garcia who was going in the opposite direction playing 17.

“What are you doing over here?” Garcia asked Harrington as they met on the bridge crossing.

Harrington’s reply remains secret to this day, but the Golf Gods’ vengeance was stern and swift. Harrington carded a double bogey six, which meant that now it was Sergio who stood on the 72nd tee with a one-shot lead.

Now Carnoustie is the bitter, acidic, nagging mother-in-law-meets-double root canal of major championship venues. It’s so relentlessly hard, it’s like going 15 rounds against both Jackie Chan and Chuck Norris. No matter who hoists the trophy at the end of the Open Championship at Carnoustie, the golf course always wins. And when Sergio played his little bit of gamesmanship with Paddy, the Golf Gods heard and decided to trample Sergio underneath the hooves of their Steeds of Vengeance. First, Garcia, at that time putting with the long putter, lipped out a seven foot putt to win the Claret Jug in regulation play. But then Paddy filleted Sergio in the four-hole playoff.

If that pill wasn’t bitter enough to swallow, Harrington also did it to Garcia at Oakland Hills in the 2008 PGA Championship. Or perhaps it was the Golf Gods once again, because Garcia suffered horrifically bad breaks coming down the stretch on back-to-back holes.

With a one shot lead at the 15th, Garcia actually flew his approach shot into the cup – SLAM DUNK! – but the ball jumped out and rolled away a full 10 feet…whereupon he missed the putt.

Ask yourself if you have ever seen that happen. He hit the bottom of the cup in two, and scored a four. Call the cops; he got robbed.

But the Golf Gods weren’t through with Sergio. Here’s where they turned the Steeds of Vengeance around and came rumbling by for another pass. The iconic 16th hole at Oakland Hills has seen its share of history, and it seems will forever affect the outcome of majors, Wanamaker Trophy on the balance, with its tucked pin positions, menacing water hazard, and difficult angles. The approach is one of the great shots in golf. Sergio cleared the water hazard, and by all rights his ball should have hung in the long grass for a simple pitch to the pin, but instead his ball hit a rock buried in the grass and caromed backwards into the water for a penalty. Harrington again went on to win.

You could see the pain in his eyes as he stood at the podium facing the press afterward. You could feel it in the long hug he shared with Ban Curtis, who also fought valiantly and finished one shot back.

“I’m so sorry man,” he said to Sergio, and Sergio was so crestfallen all he could do was return the embrace and look stunned, blinking helplessly.

It almost hurt Sergio that he would play so well in the Ryder Cup; he’s a Yankee Killer, make no mistake. But the acrimony that hovers at the edge of the Ryder Cup – those fans that take it too seriously – would help foment a simmering hostility towards him. Suddenly the young kid we all fell in love with was the bad guy. Americans began to dislike him, misunderstand him, sometimes intentionally. And it doesn’t help that he didn’t win a major or beat Tiger.

Sergio, ever human, had mixed results in dealing with this. At times he accepted it and just went about his business, some say almost defiantly, at other times contrite. But then came the moment of acceptance, which many point to as the last piece in Sergio’s major championship mosaic, and he did it right here at Augusta National in 2012.

“I’m not good enough to win a major. I don’t have the thing I need.”

That stopped the presses.

If I can make a baseball analogy, that was golf’s rejoinder to Pedro Martinez saying, “What can I say? I just tip my hat and call the Yankees my Daddies.”

Looks like Pedro lost something in translation too.

In a way, Sergio is the Pedro of golf: terrific for so long, but he couldn’t break through until a long time passed and he did some serious soul searching, even admitting defeat.

“I did think about, am I ever going to win one. I've had so many good chances and either I lost them or someone has done something extraordinary to beat me. So it did cross my mind,” he admitted candidly.

“But lately, you know, I've been getting some good help and I've been thinking a little bit‑‑ a little bit different, a little bit more positive. And kind of accepting, too, that if it for whatever reason didn't happen, my life is still going to go on. It's not going to be a disaster.”

That sincere introspection resonates with golf fans. Unlike other sports, we like our heroes humble and grateful, human and genuine. Sergio may be colorful, even brash at times, but he’s remarkably sincere and honest. Yes, sometimes he’s immature, but sometimes things get lost in translation.

Jim Nantz spoke of this being “validation,” but I think that sells Sergio short. He was always a fixture in the world of golf. He spent 300 weeks in the top 10 from 2000 to 2009, and he’s got 10 wins on the PGA Tour and 13 wins on the European Tour. This was more an apotheosis. Happily, he’s young enough to win more majors. And some day we will see him as a Ryder Cup Captain.

But best of all, winning the Masters cements his legacy with the American fans. He won’t be “one of the obscure guys who only won just a PGA,” like a Wayne Grady, Sean Micheel or Y.E. Yang.

His victory won’t be poo-pooed by the talk radio crowd as “just a Euro who could only win the British.” And he won’t be considered one of the occasional oddball winners of the masters like Mike Weir, Larry Mize, or George Archer. Sergio saved his beest golf in the clutch. He even gave us some bookend history, joining his friend and mentor Jose Maria Olazabal as the last players to eagle 15 on the way to winning.

Gene Sarazen’s name tops that list, by the way. Nice company.

When you take a moment to reflect on it, it actually makes a lot of sense. Sergio and the Masters are a perfect fit for each other. There’s going to be ups and downs, but if you’re patient and just ride them out, some day you’ll come out on top. No matter who dons the Green Jacket, Augusta always wins. But for once, Sergio did too. And we’re all the better for it.

About the author

Jay Flemma

Jay Flemma

Starting with a blog and a dream, Jay Flemma launched his first sports-writing website in 2004. Some 13 years and 25 major golf championships later, Jay has won multiple national sports writing awards. Besides GNN, his work has appeared in numerous books as well as on-line at Cybergolf, PGA.com, GolfObserver, GolfChannel.com and many other sites and print magazines. When not trying to find a lost golf ball, Jay is an entertainment, copyright, Internet, sports and trademark lawyer in Manhattan. His clients have been nominated for Grammy and Emmy awards, won a Sundance Film Festival Best Director award, performed on stage and screen, and designed pop art for museums and collectors. Jay lives in Forest Hills, N.Y., and is fiercely loyal to his alma maters, Deerfield Academy in Massachusetts and Trinity College in Connecticut.