Perfect Eyesight for Golf
Bob is 90 years old. He's played golf every day since his
retirement 25 years ago.
One day he arrives home looking downcast. "That's it," he tells
his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad
that once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went."
His wife sympathizes and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit
down, she says, "Why don't you take my brother Jimmy with you and
give it one more try?"
"That's no good," sighs Bob. "Your brother's a hundred and three. He can't help."
"He may be a hundred and three," says the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect. He can watch the ball for you."
So the next day Bob teed off with Jimmy looking on. He swung and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. Do you see it, do you see it? Asked Bob in anticipation. "Yep!" Jimmy answered."Of course I did,I have perfect
eyesight." "Where did it go?" asks Bob.
"I don't remember."