Take a look at the picture below. Every time I see it, it makes me smile.

I called my father that day to see if he wanted to play, and he thought I was joking. He said, "I might, but no golf courses are open anymore". When I told him that their was one course open in the state, reluctantly he agreed. This was the most bitterly cold and windy day I have ever tried to swing a club. We laughed the whole time we played, wondering what sane human would endure such a physical thrashing. We couldn't wait to be finished, and find some heat.

The last hole was one large period at the end of sentence......so to speak, as we knew that it would not just be the last hole, but the last hole of the year. Bitter-sweet. My father played 18 flawlessly, his best hole of the day. He won our tournament for the day, and held that prestigious honor until the following spring.

Something strange happened as we shook hands on that green. While we were both shaking and almost numb from the chilled air, neither of us wanted the golf season to end. We drove on to another tee box and continued our day.

You know, I have played probably over 400 times with my dad over the years, and somehow this arctic round was one of the 10 best in my mind. I am smiling right now recalling it. Too cold to play? NEVER. :)