" O'Keefe regularly plays golf on Sunday mornings with three Orthodox Jews. At the end of the season, he asks for their secret. They go to synagogue, study, pray, celebrate the festivals and Sabbath, then play golf on Sundays and have great rounds.Desperate to play well, over the winter O'Keefe converts, joins a synagogue, prays, celebrates the festivals and Sabbath, and looks forward to spring.A large pine tree sits in front of his ball, directly between it and the green.After several minutes pondering how to hit the shot, the old man says, "You know, when I was your age, I'd hit the ball right over that tree." With the challenge before him, the young man swings hard, hits the ball, watches it fly into the branches, rattle around, and land with a thud a foot from where it had started."Of course," says the old man, "when I was your age, that tree was only three feet tall." Noting that her husband looked more haggard and disgruntled than usual after his weekly golf game, his wife asked what was wrong.He answered, "Well, on the 4th hole, Harry had a heart attack and died. The entire rest of the day, it was hit the ball, drag Harry, hit the ball, drag Harry!
As he is about to tee off, an old gentleman shuffles onto the tee and asks if he can join him.Then you can hit your ball through the door and back to the fairway." He looks at her, shakes his head, and explains, "No way.The last time I tried that, I took a triple bogey on this hole!Furthermore, the old man moves along without wasting any time.
When they reach the 9th fairway, the young man is facing a tough shot.
Either that, or you are just visiting Earth to pick up Mc Cord for his annual alien probing.