GOLF

 Never discount age and wisdom when the outcome is important.

 

 

A father, son and grandson went to the country club for their weekly round
of golf. Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman
carrying her bag of clubs approached them. She explained that the member who 

brought her to the club for a round of golf had an emergency that called him

away and asked the trio whether she could  join them.  Naturally, the guys all agreed.

Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in a
topless bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to
smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything
that you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But I enjoy
playing golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me on
how to play my shots."

With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to place her ball
on the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle,

right in front of the green.

The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said.

The blonde put her driver away and said, "Thanks but I really didn't quite get into it,

and I have faded it a little."   After the three guys hit their drives and their second

shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within five feet of the

hole (She was closest to the pin.)

 

The son said, "Damn,  lady, you played that perfectly."
The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even an easy seven
would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt."
She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie.
 
Having the honors, she drove first on the second hole, knocked the hell
out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle

of the fairway. For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the
guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.

When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par, and
had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She
turned to the three guys and said, "I really want to thank you all for not
acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to

play a shot, but I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course.

 

If any one of you can help me make par on this hole and shoot that 69,  I'll take him

back to my apartment, pour some 35-year-old Single Malt Strathmill Scotch in him,

fix him a steak dinner and then  show him a very wonderful evening.

The yuppie son  jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green,
carefully eyeing the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right

of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the cup.

The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb.
Don't listen to the kid, sweetheart, you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the
right and let it run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the cup.

The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked
it up and handed it to her and said, "Darlin, that's a gimme,"

The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"

OLD AGE AND TREACHERY WILL OVERCOME SKILL AND YOUTHFUL VITALITY EVERY
TIME!!!