Jim_S
Gone But Not Forgotten
A Touching Golf Story
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John stood over his tee shot on the 450 yard 18th hole for*what seemed an eternity.
He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but*didn't start his back swing.
Finally his exasperated partner asked, 'What the hell is*taking so long?'
'My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony,' John*explained. 'I want to make a perfect shot.'
His companion said, 'You might as well swing, you don't have a chance in hell of *hitting her from here.'
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John stood over his tee shot on the 450 yard 18th hole for*what seemed an eternity.
He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but*didn't start his back swing.
Finally his exasperated partner asked, 'What the hell is*taking so long?'
'My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony,' John*explained. 'I want to make a perfect shot.'
His companion said, 'You might as well swing, you don't have a chance in hell of *hitting her from here.'