Three dimensions get you the shape. Add time and you've got tempo. The fifth is the one no launch monitor has a column for—the swing that happens when you finally stop instructing it and your body just goes.
You've felt it. Middle of the clubface, no memory of making it happen, ball already gone. You spend the rest of the season trying to reverse-engineer it.
Can't be drilled. Can't be bought. But you can dress for it.
