Masters 2022 – “I don’t think I’m ready for this” but Scottie Scheffler has a green jacket to show he’s

Augusta, GA – Fifteen minutes after Scottie Scheffler won the Masters title, a golf cart drove him to the back door of Butler’s cabin. The only sounds came from a drone flying in the sky and some birds. Wait for his green jacket inside. He looked dazed. Of course he did. In the past 57 days, he won four tournaments, including a major, and changed everything in his life. He can’t go back to how things were before.

He is 25 years old. This season he made $10 million. Inside the booth he put on that jacket for the first time–take it off so he could repeat the ceremony in front of a crowd waiting for him around the eighteenth green–and after the interview was done, he went outside. He still looked a little dazed and enjoyed a few long seconds of silence until he came back at the sight of the shepherds, who started to cheer and applaud.

He said, “I don’t really know what to say…”.

He broke down and cried this morning—”like a child,” he said—feeling overwhelmed by the moment: one round of golf to win the Masters, and a hurricane that could take over life after something like that. He’s seen it infect people he knows, like Jordan Spieth. He turned to his wife in tears.

“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” he told her.

I made him a big breakfast and tried to calm him down. She said she loved him whether he won or lost by ten. They spoke of their common faith. He got to the course and started getting ready.

“Oh, my God,” he said, “it’s been a long morning.” “It was long. My stomach hurt for two days in a row.”

Back in Texas, at the Royal Oaks Country Club, members and staff also warmed up.

“It’s the calm before the storm,” loyalist boss Dean Larson told me Sunday morning.

Schaeffler began playing there as a child, after his parents took out a loan to join, all with the goal of following club members like Justin Leonard on the PGA Tour.

“What’s really special,” said Todd Moyen, president of the Royal Oaks.[is] Because Scotty grew up here, everyone knows him.”

His dream was to be a professional.

He said, “I wore the pants as a kid at the Royal Oaks, because I wanted to play golf on the PGA Tour.”

As a kid he wore those polo shirts and khakis to school, and he dressed as a touring professional. His classmates laughed.

“Really,” he said Sunday night, laughing.

As a golf legend pupil in his state, he played for college in Texas. On Saturday afternoon, Longhorns golf coach John Fields answered his phone at the airport, taking his current team to California for an event. He chose the tournament because it was designed by Alistair Mackenzie, who also designed a small track called Augusta National. Fields wanted to prepare his men for the bigger stages. Schaeffler won the same tournament when he was a student. Fields watched the Masters on his phone while waiting at his gate. He’s almost part of the Schaeffler family at this point. Five years ago, Schaeffler played at the US Open in Erin Hills. He walked down the aisle beside Brooks Koepka, with his coach and dad behind them. Schaeffler’s father turned to the fields.

“Do you think he will come out here one day?” Asked.

It’s funny now, but Schaeffler’s dad doesn’t really know. I did the fields. He’d seen the real thing before – he coached Spith, for example – and explained to his friend that the young man in front of them would not only make the tour, but build a career on it.

This prophecy has been fulfilled in the past 57 days.

On Super Bowl Sunday, Schaeffler won his first event of the tour at the WM Phoenix Open. Back at the club, Moen bought a round of drinks for the 19th crowd and raised a glass to Scheffler and the club. Everyone roar. These were his people. Schaeffler then went on to win, in the Arnold Palmer Invitational and WGC-Dell Technologies Match Play competition. He climbed the golf world rankings to No. 1. At the Royal Oaks between wins, he still worked with the kids at the range, creating chopping and placing games, often lasting an hour. Before leaving home to return to Georgia, he played a tour with three members. Then packs for the master. He couldn’t believe it. When his first invitation came in the mail, he started tearing up. In the past 57 days, a young man was living in a dream landscape.

“I don’t think anything has sunk in at the moment,” he said. “My head is still kind of spinning.”

Augusta got a little under the radar, even with all his success. All eyes were on Tiger Woods, who was returning to competitive golf just 14 months after a car crash that cost him his leg. Schaeffler wasn’t even a year old when Woods first won here.

“His YouTube clips are an inspiration to me,” Scheffler said. “I remember watching the highlights of his 97 victory, kind of running away with him, and he never really broke his focus.”

Schaeffler now wears Tiger golf shoes and shirts, and uses his irons, though he’ll likely have his own line of all three soon. He beat the legend on Thursday. On Friday, when Tiger’s surgically repaired knee began to fail, Schaeffler took the lead. He kept it on Saturday and after his long night and morning full of tears, he went out on Sunday afternoon to defend her.

His toughest competition came from Rory McIlroy, who tied in the final round with a Masters record with 64 stings. Rory had the biggest roar in the afternoon. Truth be told, the atmosphere was silent on Sunday. When Schaeffler made his way home through the back nine, there were open spaces on the ropes that are often five and six deep for these podiums. More than a few were hoping for some kind of breakdown to give McIlroy a chance to beat the Grand Slam.

Scheffler did not fold.

Back in the Royal Oaks, the nineteenth aperture turned into a standing room only. When Schaeffler entered third, the biggest shot of his life, the club broke up. A man ran around the room and gave his children. Hole after hole, the room reclined during moments of tension, feet burrowing into red and yellow carpets. The men drank from white Styrofoam cups.

When he chased 14 and achieved victory, the big men hugged and rubbed each other’s heads like schoolchildren. They knew Scheffler as a kid, and now he will win the same tournament as Ben Hogan, Jack Nicklaus, and Tiger Woods. A hymn erupted in the room calling for gunfire.

“Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!”