My excuses for not hitting like Tiger
 

I've heard some good excuses for not hitting a good golf shot and used a few of them myself.
This is one of mine for the other day:

We were going to play golf and I was late. My hair was still
wet. My husband was driving the golf cart and suggested I lean over and hang my head outside so the warm breeze could dry it. I did. Just like a shaggy dog hanging its head out of a moving car’s window. It worked, though what the people in the cart behind thought.


When we got the course, I looked like a firework had gone off in my
hair. Talk about a bad hair day. The next day the left side of my neck
was as stiff as a poker.

That was my excuse for playing badly.

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See you did play like tiger! he can't hit the fairway either.:what:

Whenever I'd lip out a putt, I'd blame is on the rotation of the earth.