CHARLOTTE, N.C. – Standing on the 18th green, the final putt holed, Scottie Scheffler lifted his arms above his head and smiled. Flashbulbs lit his face against the dusk. His wife, Meredith, snuggled their 1-year-old son, Bennett, in front of the nearby grandstand. Scheffler lifted the white hat off his head, and suddenly a contented man revealed the unholy drive just beneath the unruffled surface. Scheffler stepped forward, drew back his right arm and spiked the cap off the manicured grass.