I woke up early to catch the last few holes of the British Open, and Adam Scott was completely in charge. Graeme McDowell was faltering, and Tiger was imploding. So I figured this would be a shining moment for the kid who’d been destined for greatness for years. I flipped on the Giants game and never returned to golf. Later, the scroll on the bottom of the screen revealed the unthinkable. Adam Scott, poised to win his first Major…. let it slip away. In the press tent afterward, Ernie Els was humble, almost apologetic. Adam Scott was devastated, shocked… but gracious. And here’s the contrast: For Tiger, it was all about “me.” I couldn’t help but notice.