A Good Golf Story...
A father, son and grandson went to the country club for their
weekly round of golf. Just as they reached the first
tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying her bag of clubs approached them. She explained that the member who brought her to the club
for a round of golf had an emergency that called him away and asked the trio
whether she can join them.
Naturally, the guys all agreed. Smiling, the blonde
thanked them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in a topless bar as a
dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you
wants to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear or tell off-color stories or do
anything that you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But I enjoy playing golf, consider myself pretty good at
it, so don't try to coach me on how to play my shots.”
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first. All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent
to place her ball on the tee. She then took her driver
and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the green.
The father's mouth was agape. "That was
beautiful," he said.
The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it and
I have faded it a little." After the three guys
hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took out a nine iron and
lofted the ball within five feet of the hole. (She was
closest to the pin.)
The son said, "Damn, lady, you played that perfectly."
The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak. I've
left a tricky little putt." Before tapping in the
five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honors, she drove first on the second hole and knocked the hell out
of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the
fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys,
quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par, and has a
very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She
turned to the three guys and said, "I really want to thank you all for not
acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to
play a shot, but I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on
this course. If any one of you can tell me how to make
par on this hole, I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some 25-year old
Royal Salute Scotch in him, fix him dinner and then show him an entertaining time
the rest of the night.”
The yuppie son jumped at the thought. He strolled
across the green, carefully eying the line of the putt and finally said,
"Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the
cup.”
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb. "Don't listen to the kid, darlin',
you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and run it left down that
little hogback, so it falls into the cup.”
The old gray haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up
and handed it to the her and said, "That's a gimme,
sweetheart. Your car or mine?"
AGE WILL TRIUMPH OVER YOUTH AND SKILL EVERY TIME.
