Two Golfers Harry and Fred were playing their Sunday afternoon golf game. The game, as always, was close. They were at the treacherous 12th hole: a par three that required a perfect first shot over a large pond and onto a tiny green. There were sand traps on the other three sides of the green, and a small road 50 feet beyond it. Harry went first. He carefully addressed the ball and hit a good shot that landed just on the edge of the green, narrowly avoiding the pond. Just as Fred addressed his b…

Fred got home from his Sunday round of golf later than normal and very tired. ""Bad day at the course?"" his wife asked. ""Everything was going fine"" he said. ""Then Harry had a heart attack and died on the 10th tee."" ""Oh that's awful!"" ""You're not kidding. For the whole back nine it was hit the ball drag Harry hit the ball drag Harry.""

Fred: ""Why are you so upset?"" Harry: ""My wife introduced me to her psychiatrist this morning."" Fred: ""So what?"" Harry: ""So she said to him 'Doctor this is my husband. You know one of the men I've been telling you about'.""

Harry is a golf fanatic. One night he was irate and ranting when he arrived home from the club. His wife said, “I’m leaving you, Harry. You promised me that you’d be back before noon and here it is almost nine PM. It can’t possibly take that long to play 18 holes of golf.” “Now wait” said Harry. “Let me explain. I know I promised, but I couldn’t help it. I got up at the crack of dawn and picked up Fred at 6 AM. On the way to the golf course we had a flat tire, and when I started to change it I …