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Just to make her laugh.

We paid our fee, mounted our cart, and started off in what Ben Wright would call "a nice, soft day." Keep score? Forget it, when neither of us has played in a year. We needed to learn how to handle a New England golf course again, with its uphill and downhill and sidehill lies, its big breaks on the greens, and its deep clover rough, now soaking wet. Off to the west, the sky revealed a bright stripe, to the east, a lowering gloom.

We had rain suits, but they didn't do much good. We played on, alternate holes featuring alternate weather, with rain returning harder every time. Finally, by the eighth, where I had hit a 220-yard drive with a five wood (not bad for an old guy), we had to give up, and we started driving back up the cart path toward the clubhouse. We had to poot along slowly, to avoid making the rain pound in on our faces.

On the way, we passed two young guys, drenched, just leaving the sixth green, their bags slung over their shoulders -- no carts for them.

"You want a ride back?" we asked.

"No, we're playin'!" said one of them, a big grin on his face.

That's the only thing wrong with the USGA commercial. Their golfers are waiting for the rain to stop.