Reminds me of the old joke about the trousered fellow who fulfilled a lifelong dream and went to Scotland. One day, out on the links at St. Andrews, he saw some gents playing golf in their kilts. He tossed a golf ball from hand to hand and asked his guide how the Scots played golf in the winter, when it was snowing.

"Aye, they play with red balls in the winter."

"I'll just bet they do," replied the trousered gent.