A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity, looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed.<>
He was driving his partner nuts. Finally his exasperated partner said: “What’s taking so long? Hit the blasted ball!”<>
The guy answered: “My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot.”<>
“Forget it, man,” said his partner.<>
“You don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of hitting her from here!”<>
