One of the nicest things about golf is that you can play it for years and years.
There were these two old friends who’d been playing together since they were kids, every Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon.
Lester was eighty-two and his friend Ralph was eighty-one.
One day, on the eighth tee, Lester suddenly gave up.
He turned to his pal and said:
“Ralphie, old boy, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to quit. I just can’t see anymore. I hit the ball,but I don’t know where it goes.”
Ralph said to him:
“You can’t quit. We’ve been playing together all these years. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“But what can I do?” asked Lester.
“You just leave it up to me. You go ahead and hit, and I’ll keep my eye on it,” said Ralph.
So Lester teed up and let fly. They stood silently fora few seconds.
Then Lester said, “Well, Ralph, that sounded pretty good. Did you see where it went?”
“Of course I did!” said Ralph.
Lester said, “Well, where did it go?”
Ralph thought for a few seconds and said, “I forgot.”
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