There's one experience every golf writer who has been even peripherally associated with the PGA Tour has in common, and for most of us, it happened sometime between 2013 and 2014. I call it the "Jordan Spieth Moment," and whether it took place in a one-on-one interview or in a press conference, it's always the same: The writer watches Spieth—then around 20 or 21—conduct himself with what looks like an unbelievably precocious maturity. The writer probes, a little, even if just in the act of observation, seeking out that telling moment of youth, the giveaway that proves it's just a very well-done pantomime. But it looks legitimate, and he somehow pulls it off without becoming a robotic cliche drone...he keeps his humanity. And after several perplexing minutes, the stunned writer understands that no, this is not a mere performance, but a true reflection of Spieth's character. He grasps for pat explanations—is it his upbringing? His family?—but in the end there's no good way to contextualize the way Spieth behaves. It's a remarkable and inexplicable brew of nature and talent.