This week's heroes? Hull, Senden and Freddie. Zeros? John Daly and Hack Golf
1. Charley Hull. Women’s golf’s latest teen dream won her first pro tournament on the wings of a spectacular closing 62 in Morocco, thus confirming what we first suspected at the Solheim: this gal has star quality.
2. Tournament golf. Most of the final round in Tampa was a slow-motion trainwreck, not unlike Sunday at the Honda. This Florida swing has been a reminder of the exquisite torture of championship golf. No less than Bobby Jones said it best: “On the golf course, a man may be the dogged victim of inexorable fate, be struck down by an appalling stroke of tragedy, become the hero of unbelievable melodrama, or the clown in a sidesplitting comedy -- any of these within a few hours, and all without having to bury a corpse or repair a tangled personality.”
3. John Senden. This ball-striker extraordinaire finally discovered the secret to winning: a lil’ short-game magic. He’s your early dark horse for the PGA Championship.
4. Kevin Na. It’s amazing that he can make a full turn with so many demons on his shoulders. But give Na credit -- as dogged a victim as he is, he keeps battling back to throw himself into the fray. I can’t wait until the next time he’s in contention. It’s fascinating theater.
5. Fred Couples. Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.
1. John Daly. The surprise is not that he failed to break 90 for the first time in his PGA Tour career. The surprise is that it didn’t happen years ago.
2. Justin Rose. He was in the hunt on Sunday until he laid the sod over a pitch shot and whiffed a couple of short putts. Otherwise, things went great.
3. Hack Golf. Golf’s brightest minds are gathering this week to discuss how to make the game more fun. My suggestion? Stop having symposiums like this.
4. The U.S. Open. After the brutal setups on this Florida swing, Pinehurst is gonna feel like a vacation.
5. Robert Garrigus. A 6-4-5-6 stretch early in the final round sent the 54-hole leader skidding down the 'board. No doubt this was all Kevin Na’s fault, too.