A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed like an eternity, looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, and figuring the wind direction and speed, driving his partner nuts. Finally, his exasperated partner says, “What the hell is taking so long? Hit the goddamn ball!” The guy answers, “My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot.” “Well, hell, man, you don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of hitting her from here!”