Crack!
A bolt of sheet lightning splits the Florida sky. Villegas whips his head around, revealing the wide-eyed kid behind the well-rehearsed Tour pro. "Whoa, did you hear that?! That was sooo cool!"
A steady rain streaks the window. The storm seems to have electrified Villegas, who soon grows more teasing, playful. The kid behind the killer comes out, and the subject turns to what keeps him up nights. "I have crazy dreams," he says. "There's one I have where I'm trying to make it to the first tee, but I'm late, late. I can't get there in time. I wake up at 4 a.m., and when I do, it's a big relief. What's it about? I'm not too sure. I guess, don't be late!"
Anyone who's ever dreamed of missing the Big Exam knows it's about preparation. Villegas doesn't fear Tiger, or hidden pins, or double bogeys. He only fears being unprepared, and he'll trade J.Lindeberg for JC Penney before he lets that happen. "That's an area where you can't give advantage to other players. I can't control what they do, but in preparation, I can be No. 1. Five years from now, I hope I've won tournaments and majors. But I can't control that. All I control is me, my attitude, and how I prepare. How soon will I win? I don't know. But believe me: I'll be trying. Hard."
