In the Tragedy at Tulsa, Cink goes down as the saddest victim. At least Goosen and Brooks, who tied at four under, got to play another day. Cink went home with a three-second horror movie running forever through his brain. Still, as he kept talking and rubbing his kids' hair for strength, the tortured grin was slowly replaced by a real smile.
"I don't know," he finally said. "I guess I should feel pretty bad, but I keep thinking of tough things that would be hard to handle. I keep thinking of Paul Azinger [overcoming cancer] and of Casey Martin. That's stuff that would be hard to handle. This is golf. This is a game. I can handle this."
He looked at his boys, who were giggling, and his wife, who was smiling at him now. He thought about the pair of boxers he had gotten that morning for Father's Day and about the card his sons had made him. He thought about his and Lisa's eighth wedding anniversary, which would be the next day. Suddenly it hit him, how lucky he was.
Until then, little did he know how much it meant.