The best conversations I've ever had rarely happened sitting across a table. They happened walking. Walking a golf course. Walking through the neighborhood with the kids after dinner. Walking an airport terminal with an old friend whose flight kept getting delayed.

There's something about moving in the same direction that loosens whatever we're holding onto.

Golf gives you four hours of that. Four hours without phones in your hands. Four hours where silence doesn't feel awkward. Some of my favorite players understand that the round is really an excuse for a conversation.