Final Round Falls Flat

This is what it's come to. We now live in a world where the guy who sucks least wins. Gone are the days of Jack and Tom and Tiger charging down the back nine to win the Open. Gone are the days of watching true greatness reveal itself on the world's biggest stage. Here to stay is a limping tiger, a Phil who just can't seem to get out of his own way and a bunch of guys who belong on the Nike tour who just happen to get hot - or keep from getting too cold - for four days. After watching Sunday's final round, I literally wanted to throw up.