"I don't care," he says. "I think life would suck if you had to be an a——— to be the Open champion. I mean, if I die and all they write on my tombstone is TOM LEHMAN: A GREAT PROFESSIONAL GOLFER, then I'll have missed the whole point of life."
Lehman's not the tragic figure here. I can think of 10 guys with more wins in majors who are more tragic than Lehman. You know what the leading activity on Tour is lately? Divorce. Guys are leaving their wives faster than they do their equipment companies. Nick Faldo left his wife and three kids for an American college student and a home in Orlando next to his coach. The tragic figures are the guys who don't even know they're missing what Lehman's already won: respect, family, happiness.
After the tournament ended on Sunday, a friend asked Lehman how he was going to get over this. Kick out a window? Scream? Triple the therapy? "Man," said Lehman, glumly. "I have no idea."
That's when Melissa said, "How about: go home and have great sex all night long?"
Lehman thought about it a second.
"That would work, too," he said.