Defib1961
03-13-2014, 7:20pm
Jim stood over his tee shot on
the 450 yard 18th hole for what seemed an
eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked
down, waggled again, but didn't start his back
swing. Finally his exasperated
partner asked, 'What the hell is taking
so long?' 'My wife is watching me
from the clubhouse balcony,' Jim explained. 'I want to
make a perfect shot.' His companion
said, 'You don't have a
chance in hell of hitting her from
here.'
the 450 yard 18th hole for what seemed an
eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked
down, waggled again, but didn't start his back
swing. Finally his exasperated
partner asked, 'What the hell is taking
so long?' 'My wife is watching me
from the clubhouse balcony,' Jim explained. 'I want to
make a perfect shot.' His companion
said, 'You don't have a
chance in hell of hitting her from
here.'