Jordan Spieth continues to make the amazing look ordinary. Whatever planet the golf gods dropped him from, we beg for more.
He doesn't lead the British Open going into Monday's final 18 holes. He isn't driving the ball past everybody or knocking down pins from bunkers. He isn't dazzling Brit reporters with cheeky quotes.
He's just the story. There is no denying it.
He's the player they are talking about, the one sending the toughs in the gallery, the ones in stocking caps and with a beer in each hand, to the greenside railings, muscling their way to get a better look.