Isn't it odd how you can see someone in a room, and you like them even before you're introduced? Once in a while I'm just drawn to a person. My best friends in the world, I liked them immensely before I met them.
Early in my professional career, I had a best friend who also was a golfer. One night the phone rang, and it was him. He started reviewing his round with me, and on the second hole I put the phone down and made a sandwich, taking my time. When I picked up the phone, he was on the 14th hole and didn't know I'd ever left. That made an impression on me. Ever since, I've never had a best friend inside golf. I just don't want to talk about golf in the evenings. Furthermore, I'm competing against them, it's a business, and I don't want to give anything away. I have three or four close friends, a couple of whom I've known for 25 years or more. People I tell my secrets to, and I'd be there for them in a minute if they needed it.
Sometimes I'll launch into a story about something that happened to me during a championship, and a short way into it the listener's eyes begin to glaze over. The story might be one I've never told before, and I think it's quite interesting, but then it hits me: That was 25 years ago. I need some new material.
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