How was your golf game, dear?

How was your golf game, dear? asked Jacks wife Tracy.Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eye sights gotten so bad, I couldnt see where the ball went.Youre seventy-five years old, Jack! admonished his wife. Why dont you take my brother Scott along?But hes eighty-five and doesnt even play golf anymore, protested Jack.Yes, but hes got perfect eyesight and can watch your ball for you,Tracy pointed out.The next day Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. Did you see where it went? asked Jack.Yup, Scott answered.Well, where is it? yelled Jack, peering off into the distance.I forgot.

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