Play It Where It Lies
Two longtime golf buddies arrive at the course one day and decide that today they would play the ball where it lies, no matter what. On the 14th hole, one of them slices his ball and it ends up on the cart path. As he reaches down to pick up his ball to get relief, his friend says: “Wait a minute! We agreed that we would not improve our lies! Remember? No matter what!”
He tries to explain that the rules of golf allow for relief, but the second fellow would have none of it. Finally, in disgust, the man goes to the cart and grabs a club. Standing near his ball, he takes 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, sparks went flying, but his ball shot straight towards the green, landed and rolled to a stop — 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 longtime golf buddies arrive at the course one day and decide that today they would play the ball where it lies, no matter what. On the 14th hole, one of them slices his ball and it ends up on the cart path. As he reaches down to pick up his ball to get relief, his friend says: “Wait a minute! We agreed that we would not improve our lies! Remember? No matter what!”
He tries to explain that the rules of golf allow for relief, but the second fellow would have none of it. Finally, in disgust, the man goes to the cart and grabs a club. Standing near his ball, he takes 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, sparks went flying, but his ball shot straight towards the green, landed and rolled to a stop — 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!”