ONE day, Jack, 75, is playing golf, with his wife Tracy looking on.
"How is your game, dear?" asks Tracy.
"Well, I’m hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I can’t see where the ball goes," he answers sadly.
"But you’re 75 years old, Jack!" his wife says, "Why don’t you take my brother Scott along? Maybe he can help."
"But he’s 85 and doesn’t play golf anymore," says Jack.
"But he’s got perfect eyesight. He can watch the ball for you and tell you where it goes," Tracy points out.
The next day, Jack plays golf with Scott looking on.
He swings and the ball disappears down the middle of the golf course.
"Do you see the ball?" asks Jack.
"Yes," Scott answered.
"Well, where is it?" yells Jack, peering off into the distance.
"Oh, I forget," says Scott.
"How is your game, dear?" asks Tracy.
"Well, I’m hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I can’t see where the ball goes," he answers sadly.
"But you’re 75 years old, Jack!" his wife says, "Why don’t you take my brother Scott along? Maybe he can help."
"But he’s 85 and doesn’t play golf anymore," says Jack.
"But he’s got perfect eyesight. He can watch the ball for you and tell you where it goes," Tracy points out.
The next day, Jack plays golf with Scott looking on.
He swings and the ball disappears down the middle of the golf course.
"Do you see the ball?" asks Jack.
"Yes," Scott answered.
"Well, where is it?" yells Jack, peering off into the distance.
"Oh, I forget," says Scott.
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