Scottie Scheffler, a man whose face remains as unreadable as a particularly tricky green when faced with a rogue squirrel, has once again proven he's basically golf's robot overlord. He just went and won the FedEx St. Jude Championship, a wire-to-wire masterpiece that started with a "meh" opening round and then, BAM, turned into a full-blown domination. Seriously, you get the feeling the golf gods were just getting bored with all the usual playoff meltdowns and decided to give Scottie the mic for an extended encore.
His scorecard looks less like a golf score and more like a philosophical manifesto. A second-round 61 that probably made angels weep with joy, followed by more sensible, but still utterly brilliant, 68s and 66s. This relentless consistency, this unwavering ability to just do the thing, left the rest of the field, guys like Si Woo Kim and Alex Noren, staring at his rearview mirror. It wasn't so much a battle with the course as it was Scottie having a polite, yet firm, chat with it and getting his way.
This latest trophy cements Scheffler's place on the express train to the FedEx Cup. For everyone else, it's just another Sunday afternoon spent contemplating how their own weekend involved battling a mountain of laundry and maybe, maybe, sinking a twelve-foot putt for par. In the grand, dramatic, and often absurd theatre of pro golf, Scottie’s clearly the star, and the rest of us are just the guys in the background wondering if we remembered to bring enough snacks.