Catching up on my post are ya Jimbo?
Even if it is 10 years, (probably much older) the site isn't.
It is kind of a mixed story anyway - "should be baffle 'em with bullchit or dazzle 'em with brilliance"
And the age and experience should always out do the youth and vinegar
Here's one along the same theme I received in an e-mail today......
The Golfers
A father, son and grandfather 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.
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 could join them.
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. If any of you want to
smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color
stories or do anything that you normally do when playing a round together, go
ahead. But I enjoy playing golf, and consider myself pretty good at it, so
don't try to coach me on how to play my shots."
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to hit first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent
over 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.
The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said.
The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and I
faded it a little." After the three guys hit their drives and their second
shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the
ball within five feet of the pin.
The son said, "Damn, lady, you played that perfectly."
The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even a soft
seven would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt."
She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honors, she hit first on the second hole,
knocked the hell out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300
yards away, smack in the middle of the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued
to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting par
or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three
under, and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating
green for a par. 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 35-year-old
Single Malt Strathmill Scotch in him, fix him a steak dinner,
and then show him a very good time for the rest of the night."
The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across
the green, carefully eyeing 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."
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter
as a plumb, "Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to
hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it run left down
that little hogback, so it falls into the cup."
The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball,
picked it up, handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart."
The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"
OLD AGE AND WISDOM WILL OVERCOME SKILL EVERY TIME!!!
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