My wife said to me -- George, it is about time that you learned golf -you know, golf -- that's the
game where you chase a ball all over the country when you are too old to chase women.

So I went to see Jones and asked him if he would teach me how to play. He said, "Sure, you've got
balls, haven't you?" "Yes," I said, "Sometimes on cold mornings they're kinda hard to find." "Bring
them to the clubhouse tomorrow," he said, "And we have to tee off in front of the clubhouse." "Not
for me," I said, "You can tee off there if you want to but I'll tee off behind the barn somewhere."
"No, no," he said, "A tee is a little thing about the size of your little finger." "Yeah, I got one of
those." "Well," he said, "You stick it in the ground and put your ball on top of it." I asked, "Do you
play golf sitting down? I always thought that you stood up and walked around." "You do," he said,
"You're standing up when you put your ball on the tee.

Well, folks, I thought that was stretching things a little too far, and I said so. He said, "You've got a
bag, haven't you?" Sure, I said. He said, your balls are in it, aren't they? Of course, I told him. Well,
he said, can't you open the bag and take one out? I said, I suppose I could, but damned if I was. He
asked if I didn't have a zipper on my bag, but I told him no, I'm the old fashioned type. Then he
asked me if I knew how to hold my club. Well, after fifty years, I should have some sort of an idea,
and I told him so. He said, "You take your club in both hands," -- "Folks, I knew right then he didn't
know what he was talking about." Then he said, "You sling it over your left shoulder." "No, no,
that's not me, that's my brother you are thinking about." He asked me, "How do you hold your
club?" And before I thought I said, "In two fingers". He said that wasn't right and got behind me
and put both arms around me and told me to bend over and he would show me how. He couldn't
catch me there, because I didn't put four years in the Navy for nothing. He said, "You hit the ball
with your club and it will soar and soar." I said I could well imagine. Then he said, "And when
you're on the green" -- "What's the green?" I asked. "That's where the hole is," he said. "Sure you
are not color blind," I asked. "No, no. Then you take your putter" -- "What's the putter", I asked.
"That's the smallest club made," he said. "That's what I've got, a putter."

And with it, he said, you put your ball in the hole. I corrected, you mean the putter. He said, the ball,
the hole isn't big enough for the ball and the putter too.  Well -- I've seen holes big enough for a
horse and wagon. Then, he said, after you make the first hole, you go on to the next seventeen.

He wasn't talking to me. After two holes, I'm shot to hell. You know, he said, you can't make
eighteen holes in one day? Hell no, it takes me eighteen days to make one hole, besides, how do I
know when I'm in the eighteenth hole? He said, the flag will go up.

That would be just my luck!
George Takes Up Golf









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