Haven’t seen anyone call Kenny Perry’s struggles on 17 and 18 as a choke, and that’s a good thing, because it didn’t seem like one. Even though two of his six birdies came with the tournament on line, it’s not like he had some insurmountable lead that he gave back down the stretch. Every lost lead doesn’t have to qualify as a choke. Are Perry’s knees quivering in fear over eventual winner Angel Cabrera?Â

Didn’t watch the final day religiously, but had it on in the background while entertaining Easter guests. Everyone kept asking how Tiger was doing, but after the first three “he’s done” observations, just about everyone lost interest. Lefty’s rally seemed like the UNC comeback against Kansas in the Final Four last year – interesting enough to keep you watching, but it all felt more hopeful than anything. After Campbell bricked that makeable putt on the first sudden death hole, and Perry shanked his next tee shot, it was anti-climactic.

We can offer no announcing opinions – though this would have been comical to hear – because other than maybe three shots called by Verne Lundquist, we didn’t hear any of the telecast.

Worth noting: that’s three years in a row that the most prestigious tournament in Golf has been won by three guys you wouldn’t be able to identify if they stood behind you in the grocery store checkout line or gave your car a tune-up at jiffy lube. Just like tennis needs Federer or Nadal to reach the Finals, tennis needs its big names in the mix after 5 p.m. Sunday. It’s results like this that equate to little or no water cooler chatter Monday morning.

Perry provides latest in a string of old stories (Courier Journal)