KAWAGOE, Japan — So, what was best about the Sunday conclusion of the second modern installment of the Olympic oddity of golf, male division? Was it that no one collapsed in the malevolent heat in this pretty little city northwest of Tokyo? Was it the bronze-a-palooza of a seven-man playoff for third place, when the armada of carts taking the players to the No. 18 tee looked almost like some drunken frat-boy bumper-car escapade? Was it that the silver medalist pretty much considered himself kaput, then grew stunned to become the silver medalist?