1. Founders Cup. A great concept evolved into a terrific tournament, elevating an entire sport. It was impossible not to be moved by the vignettes on the LPGA's founding members, a handful of whom were on hand to enjoy the fun. Hopefully next year the tour's pouty no-shows will turn out en masse to support the event and pay their dues.
\n2. Jocks. Dustin Johnson has already redefined athleticism on the PGA Tour. Now comes Gary Woodland, a former college hoopster who glides around the course as if on Rollerblades and absolutely mauls a golf ball. Golf is getting cooler by the minute.
\n3. Karrie Webb. In an era when the LPGA's best players are leaving too soon, this Hall of Famer just keeps piling up wins with one of the best swings in the game, male or female. Hopefully Annika and Lorena were watching.
\n4. The King. This is the one week a year we get to focus on the enduring majesty of Arnold Palmer, the coolest golfer who has ever lived. At 81 he still radiates more virility and life-force than anyone on the PGA Tour.
\n5. The Masters. It's only two weeks away. I'm pumped. You?
1. Brittany Lincicome. Bam Bam played beautifully all week until a very soft bogey on the final hole cost her the tournament. If Lincicome's mental game matched her physical gifts she'd easily be the best American on tour.
\n2. Q School. A proposal being kicked around Ponte Vedra would turn golf's toughest tournament into a portal only for the Nationwide, not the big leagues. Now that's just cruel.
\n3. Sergio Garcia. For two days at Transitions, El Nino reminded us of the endless promise of his youth. A spotty weekend was the latest evidence of how far he still has to go to become the player he used to be.
\n4. The supposed Euro invasion. Nearly three months into the season Marty, G-Mac, Westy and Rory have made very little noise on these shores, while of bevy of young Yanks have elevated their games. As always, Augusta will go a long way toward clarifying things.
\n5. Seve/Shark. If you've been binging on highlights and reminisces of the '86 Masters, like I have, Jack's incredible clutch play is juxtaposed by two of the worst pressure swings in tournament history: Ballesteros's screaming hook into the pond on 15 and Norman's fore!-iron deep into the crowd on 18. Sadly, neither player ever really recovered.