I love golf jokes. Gene told a really good one this morning, prompting me to share one of my favorites.
A man sits down in a confessional and pulls the divider to the side.
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. I got frustrated on the golf course and used profanity."
"What happened, my son?" asks the priest.
"Well," the man begins, "On the first tee I managed to land right in the middle of the fairway when a squirrel came out of nowhere, snatched my ball, and scurried up a tree."
"And that's when you swore?" asks the priest.
"No," the man replies. "I managed to get my ball back after the squirrel dropped it, and after taking the penalty, hit what I thought was a beautiful shot towards the green when a light gust of wind sent my ball into a bunker."
"So that's when you swore?" asks the priest.
"No," the man replies. "I grabbed my sand wedge and in just one stroke managed to scoop the ball out of the bunker where it landed perfectly just two feet from the hole."
"Ah," the priest nods. "You missed the fuckin' putt, didn't you?"