For all the fanfare and in-fighting, the London cabs taking players to tee off and the comic-book team names, not to mention the ludicrous sums of money involved in the LIV series, in the end, this is still just golf.
Sergio Garcia was hacking the ball out of the woods, bristling with his usual Latin anger, while Phil Mickelson unleashed great divots of grass out of the Centurion rough as he scrambled his way into contention. Plus ca change.
