I spent most of my Sunday afternoon waiting for Sergio Garcia to implode. In fact, because of my awesome divinatory powers, I sent the Internet's golf pro, Shane Bacon, the following IM as Garcia and Padraig Harrington started the final nine during yesterday's PGA Championship:

i'm going to go ahead and call it: paddy back-to-back. sergio will double-bogey coming in and fall apart...

Didn't quite happen like that; in fact, Garcia played about as well as he could have. Harrington, like he did less than a month ago at Royal Birkdale, just wasn't going to lose, and that had more to do with the golfer formerly known as El Niño missing out on his first major than it did with Paddy going back-to-back.

But a bizarre thing happened after the round; instead of blaming, well, everybody, Garcia sounded more like a guy who appreciated the circumstances than one eager to start pointing fingers for his misfortune.

Yesterday, the CBS announcers couldn't quit talking about how far Sergio had come mentally; I agree, although I don't think it required blanket coverage. I mean, the guy is 28 years old, it's probably time.