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Tim Reed
Better Projection Pays

Posts: 5246
From: Northampton, PA
Registered: Sep 1999
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posted 02-02-2008 07:48 PM
RATED PG
Recently Priscilla said to me, Doug, it is about time you learned to play golf --- you know, that's the game where you chase a ball all over the country when you are too old to chase women.
So I went to see Jones and asked him if he would teach me how to play. He said -- sure, you've got balls, haven't you?
I said yes -- but sometimes on cold mornings they're kind of hard to find.
Bring them to the clubhouse tomorrow, he said, and we will tee off.
What's tee off, I asked?
He said it's a golf term and we have to tee off in front of the clubhouse.
Not for me, I said, you can tee off there if you want to, but I'll tee off behind the barn, somewhere.
No, no, he said, a tee is a little thing about the size of your little finger.
Yeah, I've got one of those.
Well, he said, you stick it in the ground and put your ball on top of it.
I asked, do you play golf sitting down? I always thought you stood up and walked around.
You do, he said, you're standing up when you put your ball on the tee.
Well, I thought that was stretching things a little too far.
He said, You've got a bag, haven't you?
Sure, I said.
He said, Your balls are in it, aren't they?
Of course, I told him.
Well, he said, can't you open the bag and take one out?
I said I suppose I could, but damned if I was going to.
He asked if I didn't have a zipper on my bag, but I told him no, I'm the old fashioned type.
Then he asked me if I knew how to hold my club. Well, after seventy+ years I should have some sort of an idea.
He said, you take your club in both hands -- well, I knew right then he didn't know what he was talking about. Then he said you swing it over your shoulder.
No, no, that's not me, that's my brother Harry you're thinking about.
He asked me, how do you hold your club, and before I thought, I said, in two fingers.
He said that wasn't right and got behind me and put both arms around me and told me to bend over and he would show me how. He couldn't catch me there, because I didn't put four years in the Navy for nothing.
He said you hit the ball with your club and it will soar and soar.
I said I could well imagine. Then he said, and when you're on the green -- what's the green, I asked. That's where the hole is, he said. Sure you're not color blind, I asked. No, then you take your putter --
What's the putter, I asked.
That's the smallest club made, he said.
That's what I've got, a putter.
And with it, he said you put your ball in the hole.
I corrected, you mean the putter?
He said the ball, the hole isn't bit enough for the ball and the putter.
Well, I've seen holes big enough for a horse and wagon.
Then he said, after you make the first hole, you go on to the next seventeen.
He wasn't talking to me. After two holes I'm shot to hell. You mean, he said, you can't make eighteen holes in one day?
Hell no, it takes me eighteen days to make one hole, and besides, how do I know when I'm in the eighteenth hole? He said the flag would go up...
That would be just my luck.
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Tim Reed
Better Projection Pays

Posts: 5246
From: Northampton, PA
Registered: Sep 1999
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posted 02-02-2008 07:49 PM
Bob, a 24 handicapper, arrived at the first tee with his regular partners. He took his driver and nailed it straight down the fairway like he had never done before.
His playing partners looked on in amazement, but said nothing.
Bob approached the ball for his second shot. He took out a short iron and knocked it onto the middle of the green. He then went on to calmly two putt for par.
Again, nothing was said other than "Well played Bob."
This sequence continued for the next five holes with Bob even par through six. The seventh was a really long, difficult par 4 of some 460 yards. Bob, however, calmly drilled one down the middle, over 250 yards! Well, by this time, his partners' curiosity got the better of them and they asked him how he had done that.
Bob replied that he had just changed to new bi-focals and that when he looked down at the ball, he could see a big club and a little club, a big ball and a little ball so he hit the little ball with the big club - easy!
For his second shot, Bob selected an iron and floated it right into the heart of the green. Turning to his partners, Bob said, "See, big club, little club, big ball, little ball - I hit the little ball with the big club - easy!"
Bob lined up his putt. It was a real animal - a 35 footer with double break, over a ridge, with the hole tucked away at the back of the green. Bob calmly stroked the putt and it rolled easily into the cup for a birdie!
Stunned silence from his partners until one asked, "How can you do that on your handicap ?"
Bob's response was swift, "I told you. These new glasses are great, I saw a big ball and a little ball, looked up along the line and saw a big hole and a little hole, so I hit the little ball into the big hole. That's all - easy!"
Now on the next hole, Bob disappeared from the group for a few moments. On his return, one of his partners observed that Bob's slacks were wet. "What happened Bob?", he asked.
Bob relied, "I went into the bush for a quick leak and when I looked down I saw a big one and a little one. I knew the big one wasn't mine, so I put it away."
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Tim Reed
Better Projection Pays

Posts: 5246
From: Northampton, PA
Registered: Sep 1999
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posted 02-02-2008 07:52 PM
This Hacker hit his drive out of bounds and the ball came to rest in the middle of a large red ant bed. He figured he would hit it from that lie, so he took his stance, took a big swing, missed the ball and ants went flying everywhere. He tried again, and same as before, missed the ball and again, ants were flying everywhere.
After the third gigantic swing and miss, one ant said to another one, "If we're going to save ourselves, we better get on the ball."
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Tim Reed
Better Projection Pays

Posts: 5246
From: Northampton, PA
Registered: Sep 1999
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posted 02-02-2008 07:53 PM
RATED R
A husband and his wife were playing in golf tournament. They've done pretty well, considering he can't see anything below his stomach, and she's walking with a cast. They've made it through all the challenges, and are playing the final play-off hole... it's down to a bitty little 4 inch putt that the wife has to make.
She takes her stance and the husband can see her trembling.
She putts, she misses, and they lose the match.
On the way home in the car, the husband is fuming..."I cannot believe you missed that putt! That putt was no longer than my dick!" he spouted.
His wife just looked over at him, smiled in that sardonic way she has, and said, "Yes dear, but it was MUCH harder!"
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