By Art Spander
San Francisco? Herb Caen’s cool, gray city of love? Rudyard Kipling’s town of mad people? Golf capital of the universe? Indeed, all of the above.Last week, it was the ladies at Lake Merced Golf Club, the Swinging Skirts LPGA Classic. Thanks, girls, you were great, and mostly, in this place of wind and chill, so was the weather. Please, no reference to the comment Mark Twain never made, that the coldest winter he ever spent was, well, enough already.Now the men get their star turn, in the World Golf Championships Cadillac Match Play at TPC Harding Park, a mile or so from Lake Merced. Lydia Ko departs. Justin Spieth, Rory McIlroy and that venerable guy with the bizarre backswing but wonderful achievements, Jim Furyk, arrive. Match play is when golf is like boxing without literal punches. When you play head-to-head, hole-by-hole.