The 18th Hole

A man was playing golf with his wife, as usual, Sunday afternoon on their home course. Approaching the 18th hole (a long par 5 that doglegs to the left), the man exclaims that he's going to reach this bastard in two (He has never in all his years of golf). He hits his tee shot with all his might but hooks the ball in front of a maintenance shed.

The man drives up to his ball and shouts at his wife that he might have a chance! He had cut off most of the dogleg, making the hole much shorter for him. His only obstacle now in the way stood the shed, with one open door and a small window opening at the other side, lending a clear view of the green on the other side. He explains his plan to his wife and grabs the 3 wood. With all the strength he could muster, he hits the ball towards the opening.

The ball rifles towards the door and hits the post, ricocheting back and striking his wife between the eyes, killing her dead instantly.

Years later, the man finds himself playing the same course with one of his friends. Once again they come to the 18th hole, though this time it is the friend that hits his ball in front of the shed. Approaching the ball, the friend exclaims,

"Hey! Look, if I hit the ball through the shed, I can still make it on in two!"

Shaking his head, the man says, "You don't want to do that. The last time I tried that, I finished with an eight."