This man and his wife are on a vacation in Florida.  They decided to play a round of golf.  They came up on this particularly difficult hole with a sharp dogleg left on a tree lined fairway.

 

The guy decides he’s going to try to play a draw around the corner of the fairway, but make a bad swing and overhooks the ball into the woods.  He finds his ball but it’s about five feet from a utility shed where the grounds crew kept their equipment.

 

His wife says, “I guess you’ll just have to punch back out into the fairway.”

 

To which he replies, “Well, if I open the doors on both sides of this shed I think I can play through it and hit the green.  What the hell, I think I’m going to try it.”

 

So he opens up the doors.  Lines up his shot.  Takes a good cut at the ball.  But, unfortunately, it clangs off of a support beam…ricochets back…then hits his wife squarely between the eyes and kills her on the spot.

 

A couple of years later, this guy in Florida and is playing the same course.  He’s by himself so they pair him up with a stranger.  They come to the same hole and he hits the exact same tee shot into the woods.  He decides to try the same shot through the shed again.

 

As he’s lining up to take his shot, he suddenly steps away…sweating profusely…and takes a deep breath.  He gets back up to hit again and he just can’t pull the trigger.

 

The stranger that he’s paired up with says, “Are you OK buddy?”

 

He says, “I was playing here a couple of years ago and something awful happened to me on this very hole.”

 

The stranger responds, “Oh my God, please tell me about it.”

 

He says, “It was terrible.  I got a triple-bogey.’

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