Jordan Spieth trying to do Tiger Woods one better at the Masters

Jordan Spieth still had to putt out on 18, but at that moment, sitting five under himself, he was officially a co-leader of the Masters. He was, of course, a 20-year-old in his first appearance in the most pressurized tournament in the game, the one that's supposed to send kids far older and more experienced than him home in a humbled heap
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Instead Spieth was marching unflappably around the 18th green with his typical pace (fast) and typical purpose (focused) like this was still Brook Hollow back in Dallas with his boyhood friends or the University of Texas Club in Austin with college buddies.

Up in the crowded gallery, his brother Steven was repeating Happy Gilmore lines – "nice and easy … that was not nice and easy" – while his dad Shawn marveled at the entire thing, his boy just blasting through Augusta like he always promised he would, turning this tournament on its side.


one of this is to say Jordan isn't nervous, or was nervous, or won't be nervous. It's just that he's fine with all of it. He covets it actually. The nerves are the fun part.

Final grouping at the Masters isn't something to fear, he figures, even at his age. It's something to appreciate. It was inevitable anyway, he figures, his destiny since he decided to take the game seriously. He isn't running from this spotlight; it's exactly why he entered the tournament, after all, why he dropped out of UT after just one year, and against his parents concerns. He didn't become a golf pro to not win the Masters.