Heaven
Bob was trying desperately to get in 18 on a soon-to-be
stormy day..
He was playing the round of his life, but as the weather
grew worse, his swing on the 15th tee was awkward, resulting
in a hooked drive into the trees.
His lie was a good one, but right next to a tree. He quickly
approached his ball, set himself up, and right as he took
the club to the top, lighting struck down from the sky catching
his steel shafted 5 iron.
His friends hurried over to see that there was a large crater
in the ground and no site of Bob or his clubs.
He was gone.
When he reached the pearly gates, St. Peter said, "Son,
we are sorry to have taken you at such an early age, however,
because you love the game so much, and you had the round
of your life going, we decided to bring your clubs that
you love so dearly so that you may play all the courses
of heaven which are more incredible than any course you
have ever played."
The man started crying instantly, to which St. Peter replied,
"I know, you have left behind many loved ones."
Bob said, "No, that's not it."
"Yes my son, you also had an unbelievable life and a great
career," St. Peter said.
"No, that's not it either," sobbed Bob.
St. Peter was stumped, "Well then, what could make you so
unhappy, that you would cry like a three year old girl?"
Bob looked up as the tears flooded from his eyes and said,
"I think I left my wedge back on the 14th green."
