Golf Story for all you late swingers Harry White hrwhite firstname.lastname@example.org
Bill, who was well into his golden years had a lifelong ambition to
play one hole at Pebble Beach, California, the way the pros do it. The
pros drive the ball out over the water onto the green that is on a
spit of land that juts out off the coast. It was something he had
tried hundreds of times without success. His ball always fell short,
into the water. Because of this he never used a new ball on this
particular hole. He always picked out one that had a cut or a nick.
One year he went out to Pebble Beach to try again. When he came to the
fateful hole, he teed up an old cut ball and said a silent prayer.
Before he hit it, however, a powerful voice from above said: WAIT ...
REPLACE THAT OLD BALL WITH A BRAND-NEW BALL. He complied, with some
slight misgiving, despite the fact that the Lord seemed to be implying
that He was going to let him finally achieve his lifelong ambition.
As he stepped up to the tee once more, the voice came down again: WAIT
... STEP BACK ... TAKE A PRACTICE SWING. So he stepped back and took a
practice swing. The voice boomed out again: TAKE ANOTHER PRACTICE
SWING. He did. Silence followed. Then the voice spoke out again: PUT
BACK THE OLD BALL
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