Finally, on the road one night in 2002, Marc said something ugly about Jackie. For the first time Sean got in his dad's grill. "I was scared," he says, "but I didn't back down." Sean told Marc to shove it. Their relationship was done. Sean went out and bought his first pair of jeans. Six months later he and Jackie married.
You'd be amazed how freely you swing when 230 pounds comes off your back. Sean and Jackie took all their wedding-gift money and tried a mini-tour in New England. Golf became what he did, not who he was, and he started to love the game again. At the second stage of Q school last fall, he birdied the last three holes to make it to the final round, then finished an astonishing fourth to earn his PGA Tour card. He's played two tournaments, including the Buick Invitational last week, and made one cut. Pressure? The Tour is tiddlywinks compared to the pressure he has known.
Sean hasn't spoken to his dad in two years, and Marc told the Sentinel he may send copies of the contract with his son to major media outlets. "I intend to crucify him in the media," says Marc, 52, "because what he did to me is not right."
And guess what? Sean doesn't care, "as long as he stays out of my life." See, Sean's too busy being happy. He and Jackie just bought a house in Boothwyn, Pa. His new caddie--Jackie's dad, Steve--only kids him about bogeys, then takes him out to dinner. Even better: Jackie is due on Feb. 17. "I know one thing," Sean says. "If I ever give my kids money, I'll never expect anything back."
He misses his mom, Brenda, and sister, K.D., who live with Marc in Lakeland, Fla. Word is, 16-year-old K.D. has a killer voice. She sang the anthem at an Orlando Magic game. "We think she has a chance to be something special," Marc told Golf World last week.
God help her.
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