I am here to say it is an exquisite pleasure to be (with the exception of your playing partner and seven deer) the only mammal on a golf course in Chicago in middle November.
Eighteen holes takes three hours to play. When it's 36 degrees, you keep your ass moving.
Golfers are freaks!
Ah, yes…my hubby is headed to the links now…and will move quickly but will pound the living daylights out of that ball.