Lightening was flashing, the thunder was loud, but the showers held off long enough, Day shot a final round 62 to win the Byron by 1 stroke. His chip in, his drained putts, even his lay up on 18, all professional, all executed. No wonder he won a major, no wonder he won this tournament twice, no wonder he was #1 in the world a few years back. He zoned in, he locked it up, he took it. Mamma Dening was resting in pride, his baby mamma was glowing, and his new cowboy hat gave him that James Dean Giant look.
A five year cold spell can test any professional in any profession, but at 35 his game is back, his back is back, and his gonzo strut is back. Watch out, this version of the PGA Tour is watered down a bit (LIV Golf does exist.), Day could go on a run, collect several more wins, add to his 13, including one Major - the 2015 PGA Championship. In addition, he has 4 Europen Tour victories and 3 Runner Ups in Majors. He doesn't seem to whine or complain or moan or bitch or giggle like some of his fellow tour players. Half a decade is long enough, a ray of sunshine broke through, Day has returned.
Four strolls over and around and near Rowlett Creek, the 4-wheel driving lane of our youth, back when the Byron was still at the Four Seasons in Las Colinas, back when there was nothing around here but pasture and woods. JB's back yard. Bonfires and beer cans, donuts and reverse donuts, with Lou Reed taking a walk on the wild side. When we got our MTV, when Live Aid brought back Led Zeppelin. When we were all Lions.