The test of a true golfer

[ginnyde]

A fellow comes home after golf one Sunday afternoon, falls asleep on the couch and doesn't wake up until about 9:00 pm. His wife asks why he is so tired. "Well, you remember George, my golfing buddy? He died on the fourth green."

"That's terrible," she says.

"It sure was," he says, "for the next 14 holes it was drive, drag George, chip, drag George, putt, drag George ...."

[Frank Lamb]

That seems like a universal thing with all golfers.