A man stands over his tee shot for what appears an eternity:
trying up, trying down, measuring the space, figuring the wind course and velocity.
Lastly his exasperated associate says, “What’s taking so lengthy?
Hit the rattling ball!” The man solutions, “My spouse is up there watching me from the clubhouse.
I need to make this an ideal shot.” “Neglect it, man,” says his associate.
“You’ll by no means hit her from right here.”