It was always going to happen in April. Not because it is the Masters but because it is spring and what else was this Sunday but rebirth and renewal. What else was this victory but the bloody brilliant blooming of Tiger Woods.
What else was this 15th Major but lovely lunacy, a victory which he called "unreal", a moment so astonishing that all people were saying was "Did you see that? Did you?" It's the sort of thing you might say about the return of Halley's Comet, something compelling and mysterious all at once, something - in its 11-year gap between Majors - you know you'll never see again.