Thanks, Vern P.
Golf is harder than baseball.
In golf, you have to play your foul balls.
My Favorite Photos For Any day
Off the seventh tee, Pete sliced his shot deep into a wooded ravine. He took
his eight iron and clambered down the embankment in search of his lost ball.
After many long minutes of hacking at the underbrush, he spotted something
glistening in the leaves. As he drew nearer, he discovered that it was an
eight iron in the hands of a skeleton!
Pete immediately called out to his friend, "Frank, I've got trouble down here!"
"What's the matter?" Frank asked from the edge of the ravine.
"Bring me my wedge," Pete shouted.. "You can't get out of here with
an eight iron.
The schoolteacher was taking her first golfing lesson.
"Is the word spelled p-u-t or p-u-t-t?'' she asked the instructor.
"P-u-t-t is correct,'' he replied.
"Put means to place a thing where you want it. Putt means merely a vain attempt to do the same thing."
The owner of a golf course was confused about
paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his
secretary for some mathematical help. He called her into his office and said, 'You graduated from the University of Tennessee and I need some help.
If I were to give you $20,000, minus 14%, how much would you take off?'
The secretary thought a moment, and then replied, 'Everything but my earrings.'
My five-year-old nephew wanted to caddy for my brother's golf game.
"You have to count my strokes," my brother told him.
"How much is six plus nine plus eight?"
"Five," answered the nephew.
"Okay," my brother said, "let's go.."
Golf can best be defined as an endless series of tragedies obscured by the occasional miracle, followed by a good bottle of beer.
Golf! You hit down to make the ball go up. You swing left and the ball goes right. The lowest score wins.
And on top of that, the winner buys the drinks.
A 'gimme' can best be defined as an agreement between two golfers ...neither of whom can putt very well.
The best wood in most amateurs' bags is the pencil.
Two women were put together as partners in the club tournament and met on the putting green for the first time. After introductions, the first golfer asked, "What's your handicap?"
"Oh, I'm a scratch golfer," the other replied.
"Really!" exclaimed the first woman suitably impressed that she was paired up with her.
"Yes, I write down all my good scores and scratch out the bad ones!"