A man and his long time caddie were walking back to the clubhouse after the player had just been roundly trounced in the club championship. For many years, the late Phil Harris, who was a fixture at the old Bing Crosby National Pro-Am, used to have friend caddie for him. They were a perfect team, in large part because the caddie enjoyed taking a drink every bit as much as Phil did, and Phil always enjoyed the company of kindred spirits.
One morning they showed up for their early tee time and it was hard to tell who was in worse shape. If anything, the nod probably went to Harris, who had to at least try to hit his opening drive. All the caddie had to do has keep and eye on it-although in the end, even that proved to be too much for him to handle.
Harries wobbled to the tee and managed to get his ball on s peg without failing over.
After steadying himself, he made a lurching swipe at the ball and somehow managed to make contact, however glancing.
“Where’d it go?” Harries asked his caddie.
“Where’d what go?” the caddie replied.
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