One time I was taping a TV commercial for a golf show, one of those big events where a bunch of stores set up booths in a convention center, and the producer thought it would be a cool idea if I wore shorts and they taped me hitting golf balls in six inches of snow. (It was January in Wisconsin.)

And then we went out to the course to tape it and the cameraman decides it would be really funny if the spot was me hitting a shot, and then on my way to the shot, trip and fall down face-first in the snow while climbing this hill.

Except it's hard to trip on purpose and make it look real, so by take No. 6 my face and knees were red and my fingers were minus-83 degrees.

That was colder.

But as for an actual round of golf, Sunday's Duffer's Classic to Benefit Kids, or whatever it's called, at Javier's Fresno West, was the coldest. Thirty-nine degrees when we teed off. The rain was also a nice touch. OK, it was more like a drizzle, but it was a driving drizzle.

All across the country it was warm, except for California. I don't understand. Those global warming people should be arrested.

It's hard to complain too much, though, because it was free. And our foursome of Bee employees didn't play too badly considering we are all terrible at golf. We shot a 3-over 75, which I think you'll agree is really close to a 72, which is only nine shots from being a 63, which is a darn decent golf score.

We asked the cart-woman if she had anything hot and she gave the obligatory "Besides me?" response, which is always a nice touch when you're so cold you're thinking about building a fire on the No. 7 tee-box. I wore two gloves the entire round, one of which I'm pretty sure was a batting glove.

What can ya do? It was for the kids.