A golfer, now into his golden years, had a lifelong ambition to play one hole at Pebble Beach, California the way the pros do it. The pros drive the ball out over the water onto the green that is on a spit of land that juts out off the coast.
A Southerner dies and goes to hell. The Devil soon notices that he is not suffering like the rest. The Devil checks the gauges and sees that it’s 100 degrees and about 80% humidity. So he asks the Southerner why he’s so happy.