\n1. Charley Hoffman. Dude, that was sweet. I mean, you totally won that tournament, man. Like, you shot 62, man. Right on! Listen, bro, don't let those squares on Tour make you cut your hair or change your pants. You're totally bitchin' the way you are. Just keep on keepin' on, man. Peace out.
2. Tiger Woods. His more consistent play of late was rewarded by Corey Pavin with a ticket to the Ryder Cup. Now he can be a good teammate and maybe even a hero while wearing the stars and stripes, potentially a key week in his image reclamation.
\n3. Rickie Fowler. The pick is as much about his panache and aura as his results. A borderline choice this time around that will pay huge dividends in the future.
4. Major championships. With so many evenly-matched candidates, a Masters and a British Open were huge factors in Zach Johnson and Stewart Cink getting the nod.
\n 5. Geoff Ogilvy. I guess he hasn't retired. The extravagantly talented head case tied for second in Boston, his first top-10 since a season-opening victory in Maui. How does a guy this good disappear for so long?
1. AK. He was the hottest player on Tour this spring but a bum thumb derailed his Ryder bid. The U.S. may wind up sorely missing his swagger and firepower.
2. Colin Montgomerie. I like this U.S. team more and more. When the Americans take down the heavily favored Euros, Monty is going to get crucified on Fleet Street.
3. Phil Mickelson. After so many years as No. 2, I think he's afraid to be No. 1.
4. Luke Donald. Winless in four years on the only tour that really matersoursDonald had the lead for most of the front nine on Sunday but shot himself in the foot with three bogeys in a row on the back nine. Naturally, he rallied with two late birdies to scoop up more than half a million bucks, because that's what he does. But Monty better hope choosing this chronic non-closer doesn't come back to bite him.
5. PGA of America. The Ryder Cup is already a big, cheesy, jingoistic spectacle. Did Pavin's announcement really have to be done at the New York Stock Exchange, that symbol of excess and avarice?