I cast my vote for Jim Furyk. Tiger won't have time to chat now that the baby is here. David Toms and Ernie Els don't seem like all that much fun: and although Zach Johnson looks like even less fun, I bet there would never be any loud parties at the Johnson house (except after winning a major). Chris DiMarco is a bit intense; I'd be scared to let him near the dog (or vice versa). And Padraig Harrington plays so many tournaments in Europe, I'd wind up taking out his garbage each week and checking that the cat's fed.
Furyk doesn't look like the kind of guy who would own a cat, although he may have learned how to swing a golf club by practicing with one. That's the best thing about being Furyk's next-door neighbor; I don't think I'd be tempted to embarrass myself by asking him for swing tips.
I'll let the poll question run a few more days so that all precincts report. Thanks for voting.