All summer long you rooted for him, if your soul was right with God. Cheered him when it looked like ... no, not this time. Muttered "Dammit!" under you breath when it again looked like ... no, not this time, either.
Because Tommy Fleetwood -- not "Tom", not "Thomas", but "Tommy", which fits him like a lambskin glove -- was, oh, my goodness, right there. And also because he was absurdly easy to root for, with his hockey-flow hair and his easy manner and the obvious joy he took in being able to swing a golf club for a living.
Even though the guy hadn't won a PGA Tour event in 163 starts.
Even though he'd finished in the top five 30 times in those 163 starts, the most top five finishes without a win in a PGA event in a century.
Ah, but then came Sunday.
When Tommy Fleetwood came to the last round of the Tour Championship tied for the lead.
When the golf gods looked down, looked at each and other and said "OK. I think we've tortured this guy enough."
And they waved their magic wand or magic 2-iron or whatever it is golf gods wave, and Tommy Fleetwood finally got his first Tour win. And not just his first Tour win, but the Tour win.
Timing is everything. Also perseverance, because If At First You Don't Succeed is Tommy Fleetwood all day long, so is Try, Try Again.
So he went out and put up a 68 in the last round, clearing him by three strokes from the field. He finished 18-under for the tournament. And at day's end, it wasn't some Greater Tire Barn Open trophy he was holding up, but the Fedex Cup itself.
Which only goes to show you that in golf, karma may be a bitch, but occasionally even it gets tired of being so.
Fleetwood's first and most providential win, see, came on the heels of two crazy near-misses this summer. Back in June he was leading the Travelers Championship by a stroke with one hole to play, but then he three-putted the 18th green and a shocked Keegan Bradley ended up posing for the holding-up-the-trophy photos. And then, just two weeks ago in Memphis ...
There Fleetwood was again, on the precipice of victory at the FedEx St. Jude Championship, the first leg of the playoffs. Led by two shots with three holes to play. Finished tied for third after going par-bogey-par on those last three holes -- part of a ruinous endgame that included four bogeys in the last seven holes.
Well, not this time, boys and girls. This time, Tommy Fleetwood brought that puppy home.
"I never really felt like it wouldn't happen," he said later, of his first Tour win. "But there's always doubt there."
Or was.