Arnold stood over the golf ball for what seemed like forever. He looked up, looked down, measured the distance, and did all kinds of mental calculations. He was driving Tommy, his golfing partner, nuts. “Why don’t you just hit the ball already?” Tommy demanded. Arnold calmly responded: “My wife is watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot.” “Forget it,” Tommy replied, “You’ll never hit her from here.”
06/10/2021