In golf, some people tend to get confused with all the numbers. They shoot a six, yell fore, and write five.
I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women’s type I had been using.
After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said, “I think I like playing with men’s balls.”
Golf can best be defined as an endless series of tragedies obscured by the occasional miracle.
If you find you do not mind playing golf in the rain, the snow — even during a hurricane! — here is a valuable tip: Your life is in trouble.
An interesting thing about golf is that no matter how badly you play, it is always possible to get worse.
Golf is a hard game to figure. One day you’ll go out and slice it and shank it, hit it onto all the traps and miss every green. The next day you go out, and for no reason at all, you really stink.
I play in the low 80’s. If it is hotter than that, I won’t play.
Golf is like marriage: If you take yourself too seriously, it won’t work — and both are expensive.
A vacationing golfer was out playing on a course that he had never played before. He hired a caddie from the pro shop to show him the layout of the course, and help him decide what shots to play.
On the first tee, the golfer missed his shot, and it dribbled forward about 15 yards. He was slightly embarrassed, but determined to play a better second shot. He hit his second shot into the bordering fairway, and his third shot into a sand trap. By the time he holed out on this Par 4, he was 6 over par.
The man turned to his caddie and said, “Well, I have never played this badly before!”
To which the caddie replied, “I didn’t realize you had played before, sir.”
Legendary football announcer Keith Jackson was in Texas to announce a college football game when he noticed a special telephone near the Longhorn’s bench. He asked a nearby Texas player what it was for, and was told that it was the “hotline to God.”
Keith asked if he could use it. The player told him, “Sure, but it will cost you $10.”
Keith scratched his head and thought, “What the heck, I need a break picking games.” He pulled out his wallet and paid the $10. Keith was perfect that week with his football picks.
The next week Mr. Jackson was in Florida when he noticed the same kind of telephone on the FSU bench. He again asked what the telephone was for and was told, “It’s the hotline to God. If you want to use it, it’ll cost you $10.”
Recalling the prior week, Keith pulled out his wallet and made the call. Keith was again perfect calling games.
The next weekend Mr. Jackson was in Nebraska at Memorial Stadium, when he noticed the same kind of telephone by the Cornhusker’s bench. He asked a player, “Is that telephone the hotline to God?”
The player responded, “Yes, and if you want to use it, it’ll cost you 25 cents.”
Keith looked incredulously at the young man and said, “Wait a second, I paid $10 in Texas and Florida to use the same telephone to God. Why does Nebraska charge only 25 cents?”
The young man looked at Mr. Jackson and replied, “In Nebraska, it’s a local call.”
Two women were paired together as partners in a club tournament and met on the putting green for the first time.
After introductions, the first golfer asked the second, “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 such a strong player.
“Yes, I write down all my good scores and scratch out the bad ones!
A rookie pitcher was struggling at the mound, so the catcher walked up to have a talk with him.
“I’ve figured out your problem,” he told the young southpaw. “You always lose control at the same point in every game.”
“When is that?”
“Right after the National Anthem.”
Stupid Things Said In The World Of Soccer:
1. Well, it’s Liverpool two, Ipswich nil, and if the score stays this way, I’ve got to fancy Liverpool for the win.
2. He had an eternity to play that ball, but took too long.
3. And so they have not been able to improve on their 100% record.
4. With the last kick of the game, he scored with a header.
5. Well, it’s a fabulous kaleidescope of colour: almost all the Brazilians are wearing yellow shirts.
6. If that had gone on, it would definitely have been a goal.
7. Their manager, Howard Wilkinson, isn’t here today, which strongly suggests that he may be elsewhere.
8. I am a firm believer that if one team scores a goal, the other needs to score two to win.
9. If a team scores early on, it often takes an early lead.
10. You cannot possibly have counted the number of passes made, but there were eight.
An old man was in bed with his wife when suddenly he let out a loud fart. He yelled, “7 points!”
His wife looked at him and said, “What the hell are you doing?”
He simply replied, “Just playing bed football.”
Ten minutes later the wife let a loud one and said, “Tie game – 7,7.”
The husband’s competitive side kicked in and he started starting straining… when suddenly he crapped his pants! His wife looks over and said, “Now what’s the score?”
He said, “Still 7,7. End of quarter; switch sides!”
A new arrival in Hell was brought before the devil.
The devil told his demon to put the man to work on a rock pile with a 20 pound sledge hammer in 95 degree heat with 95% humidity.
At the end of the day, the devil went to see how the man was doing, only to find him smiling and singing as he pounded rocks. The man explained that the heat and hard labor were very similar to those on his beloved farm back in Pennsylvania.
The devil told his demon to turn up the heat to 120 degrees, with 100% humidity.
At the end of the next day, the devil again checked on the new man, and found him still happy to be sweating and straining. The man explained that it felt like the old days, when he had to clean out his silo in the middle of August on his beloved farm back in Pennsylvania.
At that, the devil told his demon to lower the temperature to -20 degrees with a 40 mph wind.
At the end of the next day, the devil was confident that he would find the man miserable. But, instead the man was singing louder than ever, twirling the sledge hammer like a baton.
When the devil asked him why he was so happy, the man answered, “Cold day in hell – the Eagles must have won the Super Bowl!”
A father watched his young son practice baseball in the backyard by throwing the ball up and swinging at it. Time and time again the bat missed contact. The boy noticed his father watching, and said, “Wow, Dad! Aren’t I a great pitcher?”
Bumper sticker: BE KIND TO ANIMALS. HUG A HOCKEY PLAYER.
Hours after the end of the world, a border dispute emerged between heaven and hell.
God, invited the devil for conversations to find a way to resolve this dispute quickly. Satan proposed a soccer game between heaven and hell. God, always fair, said to the devil, “The heat must be affecting your brain, the game would be so one sided. Don’t you know all the ‘good’ players go to heaven?”
The devil, smiling, responded “Yeah, but we’ve got all the refs!”
“He’s great on the court,” a sportswriter spoke of a college basketball player in a interview with his coach. “But how’s his academics?”
“Why, he makes straight A’s,” replied the coach.
“Wonderful!” said the sportswriter.
“Yes,” agreed the coach, “but his B’s are a just little crooked.”
1. Look at the size of his putter.
2. Oh, dang, my shaft’s all bent.
3. You really wacked the hell out of that sucker.
4. After 18 holes I can barely walk.
5. My hands are so sweaty I can’t get a good grip.
6. Lift your head and spread your legs.
7. You have a nice stroke, but your follow through leaves a lot to be desired.
8. Just turn your back and drop it.
9. Hold up. I’ve got to wash my balls.
10. Damn, I missed the hole again.
Why was Cinderella kicked off the basketball team?
She kept running away from the ball!!
He was a smooth operator, and at the club’s annual dance he attached himself to the prettiest lady golfer in the room and was boasting to her.
“You know, they’re all afraid to play me. What do you think my handicap is?”
“Well, where do you want me to start ?” came the quick response.
Bill and Ralph, both of equal ability, decide to have a round together and “play it as it lays” on all shots. Both hit their tee shots on the par-5 first hole down the middle and about 260 yards. They drive up for the second shot, and Bill hits his shot down the middle for an easy approach, but Ralph slices his over the trees and it ends up in the cart path of the adjoining hole.
“Guess I get a free drop from the cart path,” he says. “Oh no,” says Bill, “We agreed. Play it as it lays.” So Ralph drives Bill up to his ball in front of the green, drops him off and drives over to his ball on the cart path. Bill watches in amusement as sparks shower down from the practice swings of his opponent, then, in amazement as a perfectly struck shot lands on the green and rolls to within 3 ft. of the pin. Ralph drives back to the green.
Bill says, “Great shot back there! What club did you use?” Ralph responds, “Your six iron.”
Four men, well along in years, had played golf as a foursome every Sunday morning, until one of them passed away. The other three asked the club pro if he could find them a compatible gentleman to fill out the foursome again. “No problem,” answered the pro.
“But, you have to understand,” one of the guys, named George, explained, “that Moe, who died, was like our eyes. We’re all getting some cataracts, and have trouble seeing the ball. Moe’s eyesight was perfect, and he was our spotter.”
The pro promised to see what he could do, and, when the others returned the following Sunday, he introduced them to a truly ancient looking gentleman, named Gary.
“How old are you?” George asked.
“I’m ninety-four,” Gary responded.
“Fabulous,” said George. “But how’s your eyesight?”
At this, Gary blew up. “Don’t insult my eyes,” he yelled. “I may be old, but I’ve got 20-20 vision. I have eyes like an eagle. Don’t insult me!”
“Okay, okay,” the others said. “Let’s play golf.”
George was first on the tee, and he hit a long, low drive, that faded significantly after about 200 yards. He turned to Gary.
“Did you see where it went?” he asked the ancient one.
“Did I see where it went? I told you not to insult my eyesight. Of course, I saw where it went. I’ve got eyes like an eagle!” Gary yelled.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” said George. “Where did it go?”
Gary dropped his head, and muttered, “I forgot.”
A young man who was also an avid golfer found himself with a few hours to spare one afternoon. He figured if he hurried and played very fast, he could get in 9 holes before he had to head home.
Just as he was about to tee off an old gentleman shuffled onto the tee and asked if he could accompany the young man as he was golfing alone.
Not being able to say no, he allowed the old gent to join him.
To his surprise the old man played fairly quickly. He didn’t hit the ball far, but plodded along consistently and didn’t waste much time.
Finally, they reached the 9th fairway and the young man found himself with a tough shot. There was a large pine tree right in front of his ball – and directly between his ball and the green.
After several minutes of debating how to hit the shot the old man finally said, “You know, when I was your age I’d hit the ball right over that tree.”
With that challenge placed before him, the youngster swung hard, hit the ball up, right smack into the top of the tree trunk and it thudded back on the ground not a foot from where it had originally lay.
The old man offered one more comment, “Of course, when I was your age that pine tree was only 3 feet tall.”