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ill stood over his tee shot on the 350 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 Fred asked, 'What in the world is taking so long?'
'My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony,' Jim explained.

'I want to make a perfect shot.'

His partner Fred exclaimed, 'Oh come on, you don't have a

chance in hell of hitting her from here.'