Mr. Clean... I'll share a funny tale.
I lived in Chapel Hill North Carolina a couple years. The club I belonged to was open all year, as were most down there. For those 2 years I played every week unless they closed the course due to snow or frozen condditions. I was coming from Chicago, so a 5o degree day to me, combined with that clear, bright blue southern sky was just perfect! The hoot was this.
Those old boy members would come to the club and sit in the men's grill and play cards all day. They'd sit down there and smoke cigars and play cards and watch football on TV and tell lies all day long. I'd come out of the locker room with my DryJoy pants on and a DryJoys pull over with stocking hat on and hit the course. They all thought it was so funny. They would say, "There goes that crazy yankee again. Doesn't know when to come out of the cold."
When I'd finish they crack up again and ask my why I played when it was "so freezing outside?"