Post by Woody Williams on Aug 14, 2007 11:42:56 GMT -5
Sam stood over his tee shot on the 450 yard 18th hole for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing.
Finally his exasperated partner asked, "What the heck is taking so long?"
"My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony ," Sam explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
"Good grief man," his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in July of hitting her from here."
Finally his exasperated partner asked, "What the heck is taking so long?"
"My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony ," Sam explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
"Good grief man," his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in July of hitting her from here."
