Not to pat myself on the back, but the consensus here (and it's clearly a biased crowd) is that the networks did miss out on a good one. If the LPGA truly had the profile it wants to have and thinks it deserves, then Se Ri Pak's shot on the playoff hole would be recognized as one of the clutch golf shots ever. Believe it, if the winner at the U.S. Open next week pulls one off like that, he's an instant immortal. Yet with that, the playoff in general, and the way Michelle Wie was in it until the final three holes (and had everyone sucking their breath in on that putt on 18), this tournament would have been a memorable one for fans all over, not just the ones on site and the ones tuning in on the Golf Channel.

Speaking of fans on site: attendance for the final day was 28,400, a notch below Saturday's high.

Another take on the vets schooling the kids: three shared the best score of the final day, 68. Two were Annika Sorenstam and Karrie Webb. (The other was Cristie Kerr, who hopped into that tie for fifth with the Golden Child.)

From the winner: she admitted that last year, for the first time in her career, she didn't like golf. "I said I don't know why I keep going to the golf course; it's all stressful, I don't even have fun out there, and that makes me a lot upset on the golf course.'' After playing almost non-stop her entire career, she said, she was burned out. Now, obviously, she's back. This is her fifth major win. It just goes to show you how long she's been around; it seems like you've heard her name forever, but she's just 28, and started playing on the tour just eight years ago.

From the marquee name: sometimes you forget Wie is just 16, because she looks so mature (not to mention tall). Then she drops a line like this: "I feel like my (putting) stroke is just awesome right now.'' Duuuuuuuude. Like, you know? What-ever. Yes, I'm an old coot, leave me alone.

On that topic, when Wie left the scorer's trailer to talk to us hacks (and I don't mean just Damon Hack, the New York Times golf writer), she stopped for a moment to dry her eyes. At least it looked that way. She might have been dabbing sweat. But she definitely was focusing on her eyes. That was a brutal finish, so you really can't blame her if she teared up afterward (or, as we now say, went Frank Robinson on us, or Adam Morrison on us).

One more observation before I head home and try to catch the fourth quarter of Heat-Mavericks: a group of Morgan State students - Rashad, Steven and Paul - were following Wie all day, and had been there all weekend. They recognized me at the 10th green, and we walked the next few holes together. Some of the talk was about Wie. Much more of the talk was about Steve McNair. It's now official: I have been asked about McNair by someone in town every single place I've gone, every day since the trade went down. Don't ever again pretend that the Ravens don't run this city. Hope McNair knows what he's gotten himself into.