Jordan Spieth attempted to make sense of his meltdown in the moments after he walked off the course Sunday at Augusta National. There isn’t much to say when you see a five-shot lead slip away in three holes at the Masters. He handled himself with whatever class and grace he could muster.
“Big picture, this one is going to hurt,” he said. “It will take a while.”
Anyone watching knew it was going to hurt because, well, it hurt watching him make bogey, bogey, quadruple bogey and give away the tournament. He played too conservatively. He allowed one bad shot to turn into another. He collapsed. But the agony of defeat only rests in the big picture of a 22-year-old lacking perspective.
Age and maturity someday will remind Spieth that he finished second, first and second in his first three Masters. The U.S. Open last year gave him two major titles before his 22nd birthday. He has won seven tournaments and made the cut 76 times in 92 career events while pocketing $23 million.
That’s the big picture. The events that unfolded Sunday were only a sliver from the early days of his career. In the grand scheme, it was a rough patch.