Perhaps the only thing less enjoyable than watching other people play golf on television is reading about other people playing golf on the internet, so I’ll keep this short.

Today I braved barely-above-freezing temps today to get in a quick round. It was my day off, and I doubt I’ll get out next week, so after much thought and the donning of long underwear, I gave it a go. And boy I’m glad I did. I found the round in the crisp air to be anything but Twain’s famous quip, “a good walk spoiled.” I had a good round, a good walk, and didn’t spoil a thing.

We all need hobbies that give us energy; golf is mine. A few hours on the course generally leads to rejuvenation hard to find elsewhere.

Being from Florida, I’d never had the privilege of playing in frost. The experience brought about several entertaining firsts:

• hitting a drive well over 300 yards thanks to a frosty fairway
• playing with a yellow ball that didn’t blend in with the ground
• having enormous difficult getting the tee into the frozen ground
• blasting said tee into a million pieces upon impact
• scoring a 2 on a par 4 (all luck, I can assure you)

Here ends un-entertaining golf report.