The Perfect Cure

Frazzled after a grueling week in Augusta, Tour players retreated to soothing Hilton Head to recover from their Masters Hangovers
April 27, 2008

ON MONDAY, April 14, the day after he and Tiger Woods failed to win the Masters, Stewart Cink took it easy at his house in suburban Atlanta. In the morning he watched a tape of the final round, fast-forwarding through others' shots while hoping to analyze how his swing held up under the pressure. One problem. "They didn't show me hitting a shot after the 4th hole," says Cink, who was both amused and disappointed. "They showed me putting but no shots." ¶ That afternoon Cink did a bunch of phone-in radio interviews, falling asleep during one of them. "Yeah, I actually dozed off," he says. "I blamed it on my cellphone going out." ¶ Playing at Augusta National, the game's most glamorous and stressful stage, saps a player's energy the way kryptonite drains Superman. If you're in contention on the weekend (Cink finished third), and you're paired with Tiger in the final round (as Cink was), when the first major championship of the season is over, you'll probably crash like a college kid after an all-nighter. But there's a cure for Masters Hangover, and it's not "take two green jackets and call me in the morning." It's the Verizon Heritage, at Harbour Town Golf Links on South Carolina's Hilton Head Island (a.k.a. the Head), the most relaxing stop on the PGA Tour. The Head is where wounds heal, spring hits its sweet stride, and pros decompress and rejuvenate.

Cink sensed that Masters week had taken a toll as he drove back home from Augusta with his wife, Lisa, after the final round. "I noticed I was having a hard time putting thoughts into words," he says. "I probably shouldn't have been behind the wheel. I was so drained, although I didn't really realize it at that moment."

The Cinks arrived home at 12:30 a.m. and got to bed around 2. "You'd think I would've slept all day [Monday], but I wanted to see the coverage," says Cink, who watched the replay while the kids were at school and Lisa, a part-time teacher, was at work.

Cink had his second wind by dinnertime, and he took Lisa and their children, Connor, 14, and Reagan, 11, to their favorite Mexican restaurant. He even watched a movie—Best Laid Plans, starring Reese Witherspoon—before he "zonked out."

The next day, Tuesday, Cink hitched a ride to the Head on a friend's plane. "But I was a wreck," Cink says. Going straight from the airport to Harbour Town, Cink took part in a Nike outing on the practice range, hitting shots and talking, and then signed autographs for an hour. "It was like trying to keep my eyelids propped open with toothpicks," he says.

Cink tried to practice a little later but had "nothing" in the tank. He was a wreck on Wednesday, pro-am day, too. "I was flat," he says. "I leaned on my caddie quite a bit simply to keep me moving." The feeling was similar to the sensations the week after a Ryder Cup or a Presidents Cup, but "much more acute," Cink says.

By Thursday, however, he was in recovery mode and back playing the kind of golf that has already lifted him from 25th to 14th in the World Ranking this year. Cink opened with a four-under 67 and followed with a 68, putting him in the hunt until defending champ Boo Weekley went Boolistic, backing up a second-round 65 with a 64 on Saturday to separate himself from the field (sidebar, left). Cink tied for seventh, seven shots back.

Curiously, all four of Cink's career wins have come the week after a major—two at Hilton Head (2000, '04), the others at Firestone following the '04 PGA Championship and in Hartford after the '97 British Open. "I think it's the relaxation factor—the compression up there at Augusta and the decompression [at Harbour Town]," he says. "I'm trying to figure out a way to fool myself and start grinding really hard the week before the majors."

Justin Leonard, who didn't contend in Augusta but shared the first-round lead at Harbour Town before eventually finishing 17th, equated the Masters to final exams and the Heritage to spring break. "You come here and go on bike rides and do fun stuff with the kids," Leonard says. "Golf is almost secondary. It's easy to get in the mind-set of leaving last week's baggage behind."

Steve Flesch, the last of Trevor Immelman's pursuers to fall during the Masters, can relate. Two shots behind Immelman on the tee at the par-3 12th on Sunday, Flesch hit what he thought was a perfect eight-iron, but the capricious, swirling wind at Amen Corner swatted his ball down into Rae's Creek. The resulting 5 knocked Flesch out of the hunt, but he has no regrets.

"My mentality was, I'm almost 41, I've played in only four Masters, I'm not the longest hitter in the world and this course isn't going to get any easier for me," Flesch says. "This might be the best chance I'll ever have. I got caught by a gust on 12, tried to be aggressive coming in and made a couple bogeys because of that. That's golf. To be honest, I didn't care if I finished third or fifth or eighth—I had a chance to win and gave it my best shot."

Three more bogeys on the back nine dropped Flesch into a tie for fifth, his best finish in a major. His second-round 67 was the low round of the tournament.

The day after he failed to win the Masters, Flesch drove to the Head and had dinner with his pals from Cleveland Golf, and the next morning his Masters Hangover was joined by the real thing. "We tied one on and had a great time," he says. On Tuesday, Flesch slept in until 11, then hit a few balls and briefly chipped and putted. On Wednesday he played in the pro-am but felt lethargic. Flesch scraped it around in 70 on Thursday. "I felt like a noodle out there," he says. "Usually I'm never physically exhausted, but after walking Augusta National for eight days, I was worn out. If I was mentally worn out, too, I would've shot an 80 from where I was hitting it."

On a positive note Flesch immediately discovered that his normally low profile had been raised considerably due to his play at Augusta. "It's amazing what a worldwide telecast can do when you're on for three days," he says. "People unloading their cars at the hotel said, 'Hey, nice going,' and I couldn't believe how many people recognized me on Monday night. They all said, 'Great Masters. I'm sure you didn't finish the way you wanted.' They didn't have to add the last part, but they meant it as a compliment."

On Friday, Flesch, a lefthander, fought through an alarming case of the rights with his irons, normally the strength of his game. He made a series of unlikely par saves, including one at the 13th hole after his hooked nine-iron shot caromed off greenside planking and nearly went into a hazard near the 14th tee. He pulled off an unbelievable pitch shot to eight feet and made the putt. He hooked a six-iron into the water at 14, and at 17 he hooked a five-iron up against the bleachers—he would've hit the six, but that club had experienced a fatal accident at the 14th tee. "I told my caddie after I made par on 18, 'Thank God we ran out of holes before we ran out of balls,'?" said Flesch, who salvaged a 71.

The problem, he realized, was a different kind of Masters hangover. He had changed his irons before the Masters, installing heavier shafts—too heavy and too stiff, forcing him to throw his hands through the shot. "Honestly, I didn't hit my irons that good in Augusta," he says. "I chipped and putted my butt off and drove it like crazy. I was fine with the eight- and nine-iron and wedges, but from seven-iron on down I was hooking it." At the Head he switched back to his regular shafts on Saturday, regained his touch and made four birdies on the front nine during a 70. Mystery solved, Flesch added another 70 on Sunday and finished 29th.

Although he never contended at Harbour Town, Flesch left Hilton Head feeling pretty chipper. April had already been a vintage month. His nine-year-old son, Griffin, caddied for him during the Masters Par-3 contest. (Griffin saw Dad hit one in the drink at the 8th hole, retee and hole out for par.) Flesch had made a serious run at a green jacket. (The top 16 are invited back.) And all of a sudden he was famous. (On Golf Channel a few years ago, he challenged several fans—and Michelle Wie—to pick out his picture in the Tour media guide. No one could.)

Harbour Town's signature red-and-white lighthouse loomed behind Flesch as he chatted near the 18th green. Boats bobbed lazily on Calibogue Sound, and the flags on yachts in the adjacent marina snapped in the spring breeze. The Masters was over. The healing had begun.

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"I FELT LIKE A NOODLE out there," says Flesch. "Usually I'm never exhausted, but after walking Augusta for eight days, I was worn out."

What a Weekley!

Boo once again made the headlines at Hilton Head, but this year mom Patsy was there to provide the inside scoop

THE LEGEND GROWS. Boo Weekley, the self-styled redneck from tiny Milton, Fla., successfully defended his title at the Verizon Heritage at Harbour Town, playing the final hole to his usual chorus of boos.

That's fine with Weekley, who doesn't feel cheated when he's denied the polite applause afforded almost every other PGA Tour player. "It's only natural they're going to holler your name," he says. And the one time last week that Weekley did receive an old-fashioned round of applause, he didn't think he deserved it. During the second round one of Weekley's playing partners, Mark Wilson, needed two shots to escape the gigantic bunker that extends down the left side of the 16th fairway. Wilson's caddie raked up after Wilson's first shot, and when Boo grabbed a rake and smoothed over the second, the gallery rewarded him with an ovation. "I ain't too good to rake a bunker," he said.

Weekley's mother, Patsy, was almost as big a hit as her son. Patsy, who wrote a pithy diary for a local newspaper, The Island Packet, also played with Boo in the Wednesday pro-am, outdriving him (she hit from the women's tee) on the 1st hole. "He didn't think I did until we got to our balls," Patsy reported in the Packet, "but then he saw he was going to be hitting first, so I let him hear about that."

The Heritage was a Boo-fest from start to finish. As defending champ, Weekley was required to don the winner's red plaid jacket for the tournament's opening ceremony on April 14, festivities that Weekley described as "marching around the lagoon." He also hit a shot out into Calibogue Sound as a small cannon was fired. "Talk about loud," he said. (He was talking about the cannon shot, not his golf shot.)

Weekly opened with a two-under 69 and followed with a 64 and a 65 to take the 54-hole lead for the first time in his career. Weekley said his final-round 71, which included a bogey on the 72nd hole, "was ugly," but it was pretty enough to give him a three-shot win over Aaron Baddeley and Anthony Kim.

In 2007 Weekley chipped in on the final two holes for a surprising triumph, and a couple of chip-ins were also the keys to this year's victory. Last Saturday he holed out from behind the 4th green, sparking a torrid run of five consecutive birdies, and on Sunday he badly missed the 10th green short and right, but pitched in from 30 yards. Had his ball not hit the flagstick, it might have run another 10 or 15 feet. "Well, it didn't," deadpanned Kim, Weekley's playing partner.

Weekley still looked shaky until the par-3 14th, where from off the green he holed a putt that hit the back of the cup hard, popped into the air and dropped in for the birdie that kept his lead at a comfy four shots. "This golf is a crazy game," he said. "That's why I only want to do it for so long and then get out of it."

Asked by a reporter what he would do after golf, Boo said, "Where you been?" Hunting and fishing are the favorite pastimes of a man who prefers camo to cashmere, but tip your cap to him, he can play. And out of respect, please boo.

PHOTOPhotograph by Streeter Lecka/Getty ImagesFAST STARTER Weekley was 14 under on the first 12 holes before easing in at one under on the final six. PHOTOGARY BOGDONMOM-STER DRIVE Patsy blew it past her son in the pro-am and let him know about it. PHOTOGARY BOGDONBOUNCE BACK It took a few days for Flesch (top) and Cink to recover from their close calls in the year's first major. PHOTOGARY BOGDON[See caption above]

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