I was famously stubborn about never wearing a golf glove… until I had no choice. During a tournament where the rain refused to let up, I stepped onto the tee box soaked, determined, and glove-less. One swing later, my club went flying straight out of my hands. That was the moment I admitted defeat, or rather, admitted that rain gloves might be a good idea. These gloves represent the day I learned the hard way that sometimes the weather wins.