|A golfer, now into his golden years, had a lifelong ambition to play the 17th hole at Sawgrass in Ponte Verde, Florida exactly the way the pros do it.|
The pros drive the ball out over the water onto the small green that is on a small spit of land. It was something he had tried hundreds of times without success. His ball had always fallen short, into the water.
Because of this, he never used a new ball on this particular hole. He always picked out one that had a cut or a nick, as did many other "average" golfers when negotiating very challenging holes.
Recently he went to Sawgrass to try again. When he came to the fateful hole, he teed up an old cut ball as usual, and said a silent prayer.
However, before he could hit it, a powerful voice from above seemed to be booming out from the clouds, saying, "WAIT...REPLACE THAT OLD BALL WITH A BRAND NEW ONE."
He complied, with some slight misgiving, despite the fact that this same force seemed to be implying that he was going to finally achieve his lifelong ambition.
As he stepped up to the tee once more, the voice came down again, "WAIT. STEP BACK... TAKE A PRACTICE SWING."
So he stepped back and took a practice swing, certain now that this heavenly force was going to make his dream come true.
The voice boomed out again, "TAKE ANOTHER PRACTICE SWING."
Dutifully, he did. He stopped expectantly and waited. A long silence followed.......
Then the voice boomed again: "USE THE OLD BALL."
|A country club didn’t allow women on the golf course. Eventually, there was enough pressure that they decided to allow women on the course during the week.|
The ladies were satisfied with this arrangement, formed a women’s club and became very active.
After about 6 months, the club board received a letter from the women’s club complaining about the men, urinating on the golf course. Naturally, they just ignored the matter.
After another 6 months, they received another letter reminding them of the previous letter and demanding action.
After due deliberation they sent the women a letter advising them that they had been granted equal privileges!
|Harry, a golfing enthusiast if there ever was one, arrived home from the club to an irate, ranting wife.|
"I'm leaving you, Harry," his wife announced bitterly. "You promised me faithfully that you'd be back before six and here it is almost nine. It just can't take that long to play 18 holes of golf."
"Honey, wait," said Harry. "Let me explain. I know what I promised you, but I have a very good reason for being late. Fred and I tee'd off right on time and everything was find for the first three holes. Then, on the fourth tee Fred had a stroke. I ran back to the clubhouse but couldn't find a doctor. And, by the time I got back to Fred, he was dead. So, for the next 15 holes, it was hit the ball, drag Fred, hit the ball, drag Fred...
|Seems George was playing his usual eighteen holes on Saturday afternoon. Teeing off from the 17th, he sliced into the rough over near the edge of the fairway. Just as he was about to chip out, he noticed a long funeral procession going past on a nearby street.|
Reverently, George removed his hat and stood at attention until the procession had passed. Then he continued his game, finishing with a birdie on the eighteenth.
Later, at the clubhouse, a fellow golfer greet George, "Say, that was a nice gesture you made today, George."
"What do you mean?" asked George.
"Well, it was nice of you to take off your cap and stand respectfully when that funeral went by," the friend replied.
"Oh, yes," said George. "Well, we were married 17 years, you know."