I’m a little confused as I write this. OK, I know there are some of you who think confused is a normal condition for me and maybe you’re right. But the problem here is I feel like it’s Monday when I know it’s really Tuesday.

Or something like that.

I’m in this latest state of confusion because of rain. You know, the rain that fell on The Players Championship all week. The rain that kept sending the golfers back to the locker room and their hotels. The rain that forced a double round to be played on Monday in a tournament that should have ended on Sunday.

See what I mean? Total confusion.

I have to tell you, though, that I am now a full-fledged member of Funk’s Punks. I mean who can help pulling for that guy? Fred Funk is as close to being everyman as it gets on the PGA Tour.

Honestly, I don’t think there were very many golf fans who would have given a buck for Funk’s chances of winning the TPC before the final round began. Heck, there probably aren’t many who would have given a buck for his chances after that awful-looking three-putt on the 17th green.

But even as Tiger Woods struggled to hit fairways, Phil Mickelson kept looking for balls in all the wrong places and Vijay Singh began wondering why he spends so much time on the practice tee, Fred Funk was plugging away.

That’s right. That’s what the Fred Funks of the world do. They plug away. Nothing comes easy for the Funks.

Woods and Mickelson and Singh hit their tee shots 300 yards on a regular basis. Fred Funk is lucky if one of his drives travels 260 yards. But you know what? Fred Funk finds his tee ball.

It wasn’t always pretty on Monday as the 48-year-old Funk struggled to hang on for the most important win of his career. Those three-putt greens on 14, 15 and 17 were coyote ugly. But when it came down to the one that really counted — that six-footer on the final hole — he drilled it. Hats off.

Meanwhile, the best golfer in the world was winning for the fifth straight time. And this one was a major.

Perhaps the only good thing that came out of the TPC being postponed on Sunday was the opportunity to watch Annika Sorenstam perform surgery during the Nabisco Championship.

Yeah, I know I could have chosen to watch the Nabisco over the TPC if both were being played. But would I have? No. I am a fan of women’s golf, but when it comes to the TPC and the drama that unfolds on that course every year, I’ll have to be tuned to NBC.

What’s happening with Sorenstam is a lowdown dirty shame. The woman is without a doubt the best golfer in the world right now and she’s operating in relative obscurity.

Can you imagine the uproar that would be sweeping the golf nation if Tiger Woods or Phil Mickelson had come into a major championship having won four tournaments in a row and then just steamrolled the opposition?

I’m not saying that Annika can beat the best men professionals. Of course she can’t.

But what I am saying is that she’s playing the best golf in the world at this stage in her career. No one dominates the way she does. The only hope for the other LPGA players is that she’ll get tired and take a week off occasionally.

I’m glad I watched the surgeon at work Sunday. I’m glad I saw a golfer who is truly enjoying herself just slice and dice the field on her way to an eight-stroke win. I’m thankful for the opportunity to see Annika Sorenstam do something better than anyone else in the world can.

It’s a shame that women in sports toil in a virtual vacuum. I played golf two days after the Nabisco and everyone at the course was talking about Fred Funk and the TPC. Not one golfer mentioned Annika Sorenstam.