What Happens When You Don’t Play Golf Often Enough
After a particularly poor game of golf, Davethedog skipped the clubhouse and started to go home. As he was walking to the parking lot to get his car, a policeman stopped him and asked, "Did you tee off on the sixteenth hole about twenty minutes ago?"
"Yes," Dave responded.
"Did you happen to hook your ball so that it went over the trees and off the course?"
"Yes, I did. How did you know?" Dave asked.
"Well," said the policeman very seriously, "Your ball flew out onto the highway and crashed through a driver's windshield. The car went out of control, crashing into five other cars and a fire truck. The fire truck couldn't make it to the fire, and the building burned down. So, what are you going to do about it?"
Dave thought it over carefully and responded...
"I think I'll close my stance a little bit, tighten my grip and lower my right thumb."
Faldo, Bigbrimar, and Tigercub go Golfing
These three were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers.
Faldo: What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!
Tigercub: I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!
Douge2: Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him. [dramatic pause] Hi George. Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?
George: Oh, yes, that's a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime.
The group was silent for a moment.
Tigercub: That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.
Douge2: Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there's anything he can do for them.
Faldo: Why can't these guys play at night?
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