My friend John was having a slow day at the office so he decided to slip away for a round of golf. As it was mid-week and he was alone he figured the club pro would pair him with someone of similar handicap. When he arrived the only player waiting was an elderly gent and the starter said "You are it." - so they teed off and for the first three holes they played in silence and the senior was holding his own. On the fourth hole my friend's drive landed in the fringe of the fairway with a tall tree blocking his view of the green. As he was pondering his options, for the first time the old fellow spoke up. He said, "Johnny, when I was your age I could clear that tree with a seven iron." John stared at him as he reached for his seven. His shot caught the top of the tree and landed in the rough. Incensed, he turned on his partner and challenged his advice. The old boy said, "But when I was your age that tree was only six feet tall."
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