Most Miserable Round

A golfer was enduring the most miserable round. Every shot he tried seemed to end in disaster. He and his caddie had trailed in and out of woodland, deep rough, a lake and countless sand traps. On the seventeenth hole he was left with a shot of 180 yards to the green. “Do you think I can get there with a five-iron?” he asked his caddie. The caddie sighed, “Eventually.”