Post by JJ Judkins on Nov 18, 2012 13:16:41 GMT -6
Where It Lies
Two long-time golfing buddies got to the course one day and decided
that this day they would play the ball where it lies ... "No matter what!"
On the 14th hole, one of them sliced his ball and it ended up on the
concrete cart path. As he reached down to pick up and move his ball,
his friend said, "Wait a minute! We agreed that we would not improve
our lies! Remember? No matter what!"
"But I'm entitled to relief -- it's in the rules of golf!"
"Our agreement supersedes the rules. Not allowed."
Finally, in disgust, the man went to the cart and grabbed a club. He
stood near his ball and took a few practice swings, each time scraping the club
on the pavement and sending out showers of sparks.
Finally, he took his shot. The club hit the cement again and sparks
went flying, but his ball shot straight toward the green, landed
softly, and rolled
to a stop no more than two inches from the cup.
"Great shot!" his friend exclaimed. "What club did you use?"
The man answered with a wry smile. "Your 7 iron."
Two long-time golfing buddies got to the course one day and decided
that this day they would play the ball where it lies ... "No matter what!"
On the 14th hole, one of them sliced his ball and it ended up on the
concrete cart path. As he reached down to pick up and move his ball,
his friend said, "Wait a minute! We agreed that we would not improve
our lies! Remember? No matter what!"
"But I'm entitled to relief -- it's in the rules of golf!"
"Our agreement supersedes the rules. Not allowed."
Finally, in disgust, the man went to the cart and grabbed a club. He
stood near his ball and took a few practice swings, each time scraping the club
on the pavement and sending out showers of sparks.
Finally, he took his shot. The club hit the cement again and sparks
went flying, but his ball shot straight toward the green, landed
softly, and rolled
to a stop no more than two inches from the cup.
"Great shot!" his friend exclaimed. "What club did you use?"
The man answered with a wry smile. "Your 7 iron."