Ed stood over his tee shot on the long ninth 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 you so long?" "My wife, Di is up there watching me from the clubhouse balcony, " Tom explained. "I wanna make a perfect shot." "Oh come on Ed, " his companion whined.

"You don't have a chance in hell of hitting her from here.