SHANE LOWRY IS SITTING ON A BALCONY IN DUBLIN, GAZING INTO THE PAST. It’s a cool, breezy, overcast May morning. Dark clouds threaten overhead. “Irish weather,” Lowry says with a grin, even though this is Dublin, Ohio, site of this week’s Memorial Tournament, rather than his home country’s capital city. He’s cradling a bottle of Diet Coke. No matter that it’s a tick shy of 10 a.m., there was a twinkle in his eye when I gifted him his energy drink of choice—and a flash of disappointment. “Can’s the proper way to drink a Diet Coke,” he says, stated as irrefutable fact.
He’s in full pro-golf regalia: white shirt, white hat, easy smile. He looks trim—“I have been working hard on that,” he says sheepishly—and feels good, though I’m second-guessing…
