Bob Brunner likes golf, but he's not THIS obsessed.
One before-dawn Saturday morning, he left the house for the course. Arriving, he was stunned at the bitter, cold weather. After tough mental deliberation and being half-frozen, he went back home--the first time he had ever abandoned a golf outing.
His wife was still in bed, so he quietly took his clothes off and snuggled up to her backside and whispered, "Terrible weather out there, honey."
She whispered back, "Yeah... and can you believe my stupid husband went golfing?