I’m still trying to digest the events of the golf day on two continents. I just finished a column about how the LPGA, not just the HSBC Match Play, needs Michelle Wie … if Michelle Wie is ever going to get back to being what she was headed toward being.

Nobody else puts fannies in the gallery, not Annika, not Lorena, not Paula or even the underachieving Natalie. Sorenstam is the greatest female golfer ever, and she brought in some fans the last two years at Wykagyl, but she hasn’t packed them in the way Wie does whenever and wherever she plays.

That said, Wie could have played this week and not made it through match play and we could still have had the poor crowds in the hundreds, not thousands.

Over in Scotland, I just watched Sergio Garcia’s news conference on The Golf Channel, and I can’t believe how “woe is me” he acted, saying he has to play more than just the field, as if he always runs into bad luck.

Garcia played great this week. I thought he dropped the putt that would have put Padraig Harrington away, would have made Harrington the new Jean Van De Velde after twice knocking it into the burn on the 72nd hole. I thought he hit a couple of decent shots on the first playoff hole, when he made bogey and Harrington made birdie, a two-shot swing that cost him the crown. Garcia was talking about his shot off the flagstick on, I think, No. 17. Yeah, great luck would have had the ball get knocked down near the hole. But no luck would have had it miss the pin and go well beyond where it wound up. I just thought it was bizarre.

Harrington, meanwhile, hit a shot that almost was an all-timer, that one on the 72nd hole that skipped across the bridge and nearly made it to the other side before diving into the water.

I’m glad one of these two guys finally won a major. The other one will eventually. He didn’t choke. He didn’t give it away, say, the way Harrington would have given it away if Garcia made his last putt on 18. Garcia just lost. Narrowly. And Harrington just won. Narrowly.

What a finish!