A fellow was getting ready to tee off by himself on the first hole when a tall, stately, grey haired gentleman approached and asked if he could join him. The first man said that he usually played alone, but agreed to the twosome. They were even after the first two holes. The tall, stately gentleman said, “We’re about evenly matched, how about playing for five bucks a hole?”
The first fellow said he was a pretty good player, and that he wasn’t much for betting, but agreed to the terms, thinking we’re pretty even so far, so why not? The stately gentleman played “straight & true” golf the rest of the round and won the remaining sixteen holes with ease.
As they were walking off the 18th green, and while counting his $80, the tall, stately golfer confessed that he was the teaching pro at a neighboring course and liked to pick on suckers.
The first fellow revealed that he was the parish priest. The pro got all flustered and apologetic, offering to return the money.
The priest said, “You won fair and square and I was foolish to bet with you. You keep your winnings.”
The pro said, “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
The priest said, “Well, you could come to mass on Sunday and make a donation. And, if you want to bring your mother and father along, I’ll marry them.”
That’s a long setup for a priest to call someone a bastard, but not bad.. not bad at all..
Thanks Jim! I wasn’t sure “I got it” or not.