When the round was over, after the "cold Swede," as Sorenstam mockingly referred to herself, had cried and hugged and signed autographs and given interviews, she was required to submit a urine sample under the LPGA's new drug-testing program. Her name was chosen at random and she complied without complaint.
Her LPGA career, like the world in the T.S. Eliot poem, ended not with a bang, but with a whimper. But watching Annika on the 18th green on Friday—she tapped in, waved the flagstick to the crowd and returned it to the hole herself—brought back the final shot she took at this year's U.S. Open, a six-iron from 199 yards that finished in the hole for eagle. It was an Annika moment, among many, in which quality carried the day.