Yesterday, as the Rockbottum crew enjoyed snow, high winds and cold, a famous Golf Course Superintendent called us from San Diego and taunted us with tales of warm sun, ocean breezes and 83 degrees.

To be polite, we pretended to be envious.  But the real truth is the endless parties, black-tie galas and ballroom dancing associated with attending GIS runs counter to our simple philosophy.

(Also, we hate hot weather, prefer snow and don't own any top hats and tails.)

But to show there's no hard feelings, in honor of GIS, we are running an old classic this week, "So You Want To Work In Golf?"