How’s Your Golf Game
“How was your golf game, dear?” asked Jack’s wife Tracy.
“Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I couldn’t see where the ball went.”
“But you’re seventy-five years old, Jack!” admonished his wife, “Why don’t you take my brother Scott along?”
“But he’s eighty-five and doesn’t even play golf anymore,” protested Jack.
“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball,” Tracy pointed out.
The next day Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway.
“Do you see it?” asked Jack.
“Yup,” Scott answered.
“Well, where is it?” yelled Jack, peering off into the distance.
Bill and Jeff, longtime golfing buddies, were involved in a match-play contest with the score “all-square” at the 18th tee.
Bill slices his tee shot way left, and the ball finally stops on the cart path. Meanwhile, Jeff smashes his first shot straight down the middle.
“Oh well,” says Bill, “I should get a free drop from there.”
“Heck no,” says Jeff, “We play the ball as it lies.”
And so Bill did.
After dropping his opponent on the middle of the fairway, Bill took the golf cart to his lie on the concrete path. Sparks fly from the cart path, as Bill makes a few aggressive practice swings.
Finally, Bill hits the ball off the cart path, leaving a miraculous shot only 3 feet from the pin.
As the two meet in the fairway, Jeff comments, “That was a great shot…what club did you use?”
“Your 6 iron,” says Bill.