From Yahoo.com….
Fifty years old and up to his knees in South Carolina rough behind the 17th green, Phil Mickelson had a three-stroke lead and an improbable sixth major championship in his grasp.
All he needed to do was hit it safe and clean — something Mickelson has, at times, done both as well, and as poorly, as any golfer ever.
Visions of blown leads, by Mickelson and so many others who play this cruel game, flashed everywhere. He couldn’t screw up this one, could he? Of course he could. This is Phil. And this is golf. You can’t take a knee and kill the clock. You have to fight through all 72 holes and, most importantly, every demon living in the recess of your mind.
No one knew that better than Mickelson, who was making this late-career, late-aged, likely last-chance, charge at the PGA Championship. Younger Phil might have overswung and got it stuck. Younger Phil might have plucked it clean and sailed it into the water looming on the other side.
