A guy stands over his tee shot for what seems an eternity:
looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed.
Finally his exasperated partner says, “What’s taking so long?
Hit the damn ball!” The guy answers, “My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse.
I want to make this a perfect shot.” “Forget it, man,” says his partner.
“You’ll never hit her from here.”
