Post by Keith on Jul 22, 2008 20:35:22 GMT -6
Stevie Wonder and Tiger Woods are in the lounge of a prestigious country club. Tiger turns to Stevie and says, "How's the singing career going?"
"Not too bad." Stevie replies. "How's the golf?"
"Not too bad." Says Woods, "I had some problems with my swing, but I think I've got that right now."
"I know what you mean," Stevie says. "I always find that when my swing goes wrong, I need to stop playing for a while and not think about it. Then the next time I play, it seems to be all right."
"You play GOLF?" Tiger asks.
"Yes," Stevie replies. "I've been playing for years."
"But -- you're blind!" Tiger says. "How can you play golf if you can't see?"
"Well," Stevie replies, "I get my caddy to stand in the middle of the fairway and call to me. I listen for the sound of his voice and play the ball toward him. Then, when I get to where the ball lands, he moves farther down the fairway or to the green , and again I play the ball toward his voice."
"But how do you putt?" Tiger asks.
"Well," Stevie says, "I get my caddy to lean down in front of the hole and call to me with his head on the ground, and again I just play the ball toward his voice."
"What's your handicap?" Tiger asks.
"Actually, I'm a scratch golfer," Stevie says.
Woods, incredulous, then says, "We've got to play a round sometime."
"Sure," Stevie replies. "But people don't take me seriously, so I only play for money. I never play for less than $10,000 a hole. Is that a problem?"
Woods thinks about it, then says, "OK, I'm game for that. $10,000 a hole is fine with me. When would you like to play?"
"Pick a night," Stevie replies.
;D ;D ;D
"Not too bad." Stevie replies. "How's the golf?"
"Not too bad." Says Woods, "I had some problems with my swing, but I think I've got that right now."
"I know what you mean," Stevie says. "I always find that when my swing goes wrong, I need to stop playing for a while and not think about it. Then the next time I play, it seems to be all right."
"You play GOLF?" Tiger asks.
"Yes," Stevie replies. "I've been playing for years."
"But -- you're blind!" Tiger says. "How can you play golf if you can't see?"
"Well," Stevie replies, "I get my caddy to stand in the middle of the fairway and call to me. I listen for the sound of his voice and play the ball toward him. Then, when I get to where the ball lands, he moves farther down the fairway or to the green , and again I play the ball toward his voice."
"But how do you putt?" Tiger asks.
"Well," Stevie says, "I get my caddy to lean down in front of the hole and call to me with his head on the ground, and again I just play the ball toward his voice."
"What's your handicap?" Tiger asks.
"Actually, I'm a scratch golfer," Stevie says.
Woods, incredulous, then says, "We've got to play a round sometime."
"Sure," Stevie replies. "But people don't take me seriously, so I only play for money. I never play for less than $10,000 a hole. Is that a problem?"
Woods thinks about it, then says, "OK, I'm game for that. $10,000 a hole is fine with me. When would you like to play?"
"Pick a night," Stevie replies.
;D ;D ;D