There is nothing sadder than a man who has not been able to golf for almost 2 weeks.
He tried to go out the other day. Nothing would deter him ... not even the deserted parking lot, the locked club house or the drowned ducks littered all across the lake golf course. He took out his clubs and he swung on ... 2, 3, 4 holes .... losing 12, 13 and 14 balls. "Damn," he thought to himself, "I should have brought my scuba gear," as he dived into yet another green and swung as many times as he could in one breath hold.
Finally it dawned on him .... it ... was ... just ... too ... wet.
So now he spends hours on the phone with his friends discussing what the chances are of playing tomorrow . . . or maybe . . . the next day. The words "slim chance" to "not a snowball's chance in hell" never pass their lips because they are men. They are eternal optomists searching the horizon for some evidence that the sun will indeed "come out tomorrow."
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