Willett couldn’t lose Fortinet, but he lost

NAPA, Calif. — It was the start of a new season in golf. It was the same old story in sport.

It ain’t over ‘til it’s over. Which, in this game, means not until the final shot is hit. Or missed.

No way Danny Willett was not going to win the Fortinet Championship on this damp Sunday afternoon. He had a one-shot lead over Max Homa and was on the 18th green with a very makeable 3-foot 7-inch putt for a birdie 4 and the victory.

Meanwhile, Homa was in the wet semi-rough, 33 feet from a birdie that, if somehow he could make with a miracle chip, would just put him in a tie and force a playoff.

You know what happened. Golf happened. Not only did Willett knock his putt about 4 feet past the hole, he followed it by also knocking the comebacker some 3 feet past the hole.

His birdie was transformed, yikes, into a bogey. And when Homa chipped in (do you believe in miracles or merely the nature of golf?), Willett, a former Masters champ, was a stunned runner-up. And for a second straight year Homa, the Cal grad, was first in the Fortinet.

“Yeah, obviously going to remember that last (putt),” said Willett.

The question is whether he’ll be able to forget it. Agony in golf seems to persist, even when you’ve won a major and mostly playing the European (now DT) Tour seven tournaments in all.

Homa, who trailed by as many as three shots during a day when the forecast rains came on early and then again late, had a final-round 68, 4-under-par on Silverado Country Club’s North Course, for a 72-hole total of 16-under 272. Willett was a shot worse in both categories, 69 for 273.

“Nice to be in contention,” was the philosophical comment from Willett, an Englishman who spends most of his time playing on the east side of the Atlantic. Willett only decided to enter the Fortinet because he had been elevated to exempt status on the PGA Tour when several other players defected to the rebel LIV Tour.

Might as well get a jump on the other guys. Sure, he needed a 5,000-mile flight to California, but hey, if you don’t like to travel, try a more sedentary occupation.  

“Hit a little firm,” was his description of the first putt. “But all in all, a great week.”

Not as good a week as Homa’s, admittedly.

Now, Max goes to the Presidents’ Cup, thrilled to represent the United States in team play for the first time. At 31, he knows well the non-secret to success on the links: patience. Let the game come to you. You’ll make your birdies — and eagles — so plug away.

”You know,” said Homa, “my coach said just hang around. And I don’t know, but these minutes are kind of a blur. Danny played great, but I just tried to play my game and see where it got me.

“I don’t know. It was a wild finish.”

A finish with all the elements that make the placid game of golf wonderfully enthralling. Or very difficult to accept, when you make a mess of things.