Will Zalatoris

It’s summer 2007. “Ticks” by Brad Paisley has just come out and, yes—it’s a jam. Every prepubescent Dallas boy has these lyrics on LOCK … including me. Little Willy Zalatoris, all 11 years of age, daydreaming about singing it to his fifth-grade crush. Anyway, I’m sitting in the car with my friends, Cade Storey and Jordan Spieth. Cade’s mom had just picked us up from a junior event that, shocker, Jordan dominated and won by eight strokes. We’re chatting away as we pull up to a stoplight when, bam…