Every Saturday morning Cray has an early tee time. He gets up early and, golfs all day long.
One Saturday morning he gets up, grabs his clubs and goes to his car to drive to the course.
Coming out of his garage rain it's a torrential downpour.
There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.
Cray returns to the garage, goes back into the house and turns the TV to the weather channel. He finds it's going to be bad weather all day long, so he puts his clubs back into the closet, quietly undresses and slips back into bed.
There he cuddles up to his wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispers, "The weather out there is terrible." To which Mrs cray sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out golfing in that crap?"