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Age Conquers Youth
« on: Aug 6th, 2006, 10:53pm » |
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FOR MY GOLFING FRIENDS:
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>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.
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>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 can
>join them.
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>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.
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>If any of you wants to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet,
>swear or telloff-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."
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>With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her
>to drive first.
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>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.
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>The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful,"
>he said.
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>The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really
>didn't get into it and I faded it a little."
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>After the three guys hit their drives and their
>second shots, the blonde took out a nine iron
>and lofted the ball within fivefeet of the hole.
>(She was closest to the pin.)
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>The son said, "Damn, lady, you played that
>perfectly."
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>The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak.
>I've left a tricky little putt." Before tapping in the
>five-footer for a birdie.
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>Having the honors, she drove first on the second
>hole and knocked the hell out of the ball, and it landed
>nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.
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>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.
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>When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was
>three under par, and has a very nasty 12-foot putt on an
>undulating green for a par.
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>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 tell me how to make par on this hole, I'll take him back to my
>apartment, pour some 25-year old Royal Salute Scotch in him,
>fix him dinner and then show him a good time the rest of
>the night.
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>The yuppie son jumped at the thought. He strolled across the green,
>carefully eying 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."
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>The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter
>as a plumb.
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>"Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches
>to the right and run it left down that little hogback, so it falls into
>the cup.
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>The old gray haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball,
>picked it up and handed it to the her and said, "That's a gimme,
>sweetheart, your car or mine?"
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>AGE WILL TRIUMPH OVER YOUTH AND SKILL EVERY TIME.
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Re: Age Conquers Youth
« Reply #1 on: Aug 7th, 2006, 12:31pm » |
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I never see hot blondes when I golf, I mean when I hit a ball into a house or trees or water.
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