Four hours with nothing else getting in the way is quite hard to come by.
No meetings. No emails. No constant pull to check something or reply to something. Just time, properly uninterrupted. Golf is one of the few places you actually get that.
You’re on the first tee and that’s it. For the next few hours, you’re there. You can’t really dip in and out of it, and you can’t fake your attention. And you’re there with people you’ve chosen to spend time with.
Mates, clients, whoever it is. You get proper conversation. Not rushed, not half-listening while doing something else. Just time together. The golf almost sits in the background.
It’s the walk, the bad advice, the unnecessary analysis of a putt that didn’t need it. The general understanding that no one really knows what they’re doing, but everyone’s giving it a go anyway. That’s the part that sticks.
The score’s just a brief mention in the post round beers.
