He’d begun Sunday’s final round tied for the lead and then played clutch, inspired golf on his opening nine, holing a series of clutch putts en route to a four-under 31. Suddenly he was ahead by two. But when he made a bogey at the gettable par-5 10th while the chase pack made birdies up ahead, that lead vanished. His chance at his first major swung from feeling likely to decidedly precarious.
Some 4,400 miles away from Valhalla Golf Club, the man who has helped architect every step of Xander’s golfing life wasn’t watching. But he was on his way. The back nine meant it was time to head down the hill to find a TV.
“I left my little container to go,” he said via phone call later Sunday evening.
Stefan was in Hawaii. On Kauai, to be specific. He’s there often these days, living in a tiny shipping container on a rural hillside. He’s always made grand plans but this is perhaps his most ambitious; he’s overseeing construction of what is essentially a family compound where he can spend time and his family can visit and find rejuvenation. Ping Yi was in San Diego this week so Stefan is there solo. There’s plenty of work to do.
“It’s my sanatorium,” he said. “Where I can heal and lose weight and get better. It’s been a lot on my body, getting to this point in life.”
He enjoys being outside and being by the ocean. Tractoring. Chopping stuff. In Kauai he’s serving as builder-owner, essentially playing the role of general contractor. He needs the 22-acre farm to be perfect. A self-designed steel-and-concrete house that can exist completely off the grid, self-sustaining on water, electricity and even trash. A place to heal, to recharge, to grow. And to grow taro, too. This will be a working farm.
But for now, it’s a shipping container without a television.
Stefan didn’t watch much of the PGA early in the week. He didn’t see his son’s opening-round 9-under 62 nor how he got to the 36-hole lead. But by Saturday afternoon he descended to a local sports bar for the back nine. And on Sunday he joined some friends from California who happened to be vacationing in the area; he watched the finale from their rental.
When Xander won Olympic gold in Tokyo
Stefan was there to greet him behind the 18th green; Xander said afterwards he’d relished their bear hug because he knew how much the win meant to his dad. But on this Sunday Stefan brushed aside the idea that he’d missed out.
“I’m not really a big fan of Kentucky,” he said with a laugh. “No, I get my moment with Xander later. When we hug, whenever that is, that’s going to be just fine. That suffices.”
There’s a part of Stefan that’s inclined to shrug at the whole thing. “Major champion” was just the logical next step in the plan he’d formulated with his son, something they both knew was bound to happen. Xander had been playing such good golf in the game’s biggest tournaments for so long that it was only a matter of time before he broke through.
“We knew it was going to come,” Stefan said matter-of-factly. “In our minds — I think I can speak for him there — there was never a moment of doubt in that respect. I mean, look how consistent he is. It just happened.”
THERE HAS BEEN SOME SPECULATION
that PGA Tour players who win majors and gain long-term exemptions would be at greater risk to leave for LIV. Stefan was dismissive of that idea.
“The opposite would probably be closer to the truth,” he said. “No chance. Xander is not chasing the money. Xander is about legacy. And as my opinion — just as his father — there was never a chance.
“What we told LIV in Saudi Arabia, with Xander beside me, was that if there is no path back to the PGA Tour and if there is no chance at World Ranking points we do not have anything to talk about. Even if you throw hundreds of millions of dollars at him. That word still stands.
“I am not called The Ogre without reason. I keep my word.”
Stefan is not shy about his son’s aspirations. Nor is he shy about the work they’ve done creating a well-rounded golf game that’s designed to be bulletproof. It’s clear from talking to him just how much he believes in his son. He knows his son believes in himself, too. Now more than ever.
On the course Stefan sees a wider array of shots.
“I’m really happy that he has this wonderful ability to flight his driver and hit these low bullets,” he said. “And he can hit it high, too, so he has the versatility. We always tried that but he’s mastering it now.”
Off the course he sees greater resilience.
“After last week [Schauffele was outdueled by Rory McIlroy in the final round at Quail Hollow] the press said _oh, he’s going to be so hurt by this_. Xander said he’d be motivated. He said all the right things. He handled it so well. He was right.”
The goals are lofty but they’re clear: Hall of Fame. Career grand slam. World No. 1. See how long he can stay there.
“Those are valid goals and they’re alive, more alive than yesterday,” he said.
Xander chose a different metaphor but implied the same end goal.
“All of us are climbing this massive mountain. At the top of the mountain is Scottie Scheffler. I won this today, but I’m still not that close to Scottie Scheffler in the big scheme of things,” he said.
“I got one good hook up there in the mountain up on that cliff, and I’m still climbing. I might have a beer up there on that side of the hill there and enjoy this, but it’s not that hard to chase when someone is so far ahead of you.”
Stefan had celebratory plans, too, that also involved alcohol — though his included a shipping container and the not-at-all-metaphorical side of a hill.
ON THAT LAST PUTT
Stefan insists he wasn’t nervous.
“No. I thought if he misses it, Bryson gets another chance and then he whacks him in a playoff,” he said.
But when that putt fell, the joys of tear and relief and satisfaction were decades in the making.
“My dad is actually — he’s referred to as The Ogre, but he’s a big teddy bear,” Xander said at Valhalla.
Stefan was on his mind all week. His phrases, specifically. One of ’em — “commit, execute, accept” — popped into his head during an interview on Saturday.
“That’s something that he’s engrained in me since I was about nine years old,” Xander said. “Yeah, my parents have — they’re not here this week, but they know how important they are to me. My dad, he’s been my swing coach and my mentor my entire life, and his goal, just like any good dad, was just to set his kid up for a successful future. He really meant that.”
This week Stefan sent encouraging texts. One of ’em is a German phrase they’ve talked about for years, the unofficial motto of the Schauffele Method.
“Steter Tropfen höhlt den Stein.”
Loosely: “Constant dripping wears away the stone.”
Sunday the stone wore through. The dripping worked. And it marked the end of Schauffele’s quest to become a major champion. Stefan sees that as just the beginning.
“If he starts playing like this, good luck to the rest of the guys. This is going to be quite a summer,” he said, laughing through the phone.
A few thousand miles away his son, mired in post-win duties, had a good estimation of how his father felt.
“My dad is at that stage in his life, I really want him to be happy,” he said. “And I know this is going to bring him a ton of joy where he’s at in Hawaii right now.”
He was right about that.
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