The first tee shot of the day, hit with barely a practice swing. And it flies dead straight. Your golf has a few of those days every year — days when the golf gods simply seem to be on your side. You attack on instinct, feel, and nerve, and you actually enjoy the pressure when it counts. That quality can't be bought with ten thousand balls at the driving range.

When you're dialed in, your explosiveness is the best of all 16 golfer types. Better yet, you have an infectious energy that pulls everyone in — whatever group you're in tends to be the fun one. What your playing partners remember from the round is almost always "that one shot" of yours. And honestly, that brightness is a golf talent in its own right.

But there's one thing only you know: you can't really remember what you did on those magical days. Ask you about it and all you can say is, "I don't know, I just hit it." The Born Gambler's room to grow lies not in talent, but in memory.