A man enters the confessional and says, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“What is your sin, my son?” the priest asks.
“Well,” the man begins, “I used some terrible language this week, and I feel awful about it.”
“When did you use this bad language?” the priest inquires.
“I was golfing, and I hit an incredible drive—looked like it would go over 250 yards—but it struck a phone line over the fairway and dropped straight to the ground after only 100 yards.”
“Is that when you swore?” asks the priest.
“No, Father,” the man replies.
“Then a squirrel ran out, grabbed my ball in its mouth, and took off running.”
“Was THAT when you swore?” the priest asks again.
“No, not yet,” the man continues. “Because as the squirrel was running, an eagle swooped down, grabbed it in its talons, and flew away!”
“Was THAT when you swore?” the priest exclaims, now intrigued.
“No, not then either,” the man says. “As the eagle carried the squirrel toward the green, the squirrel dropped my ball. It hit a tree, bounced through some bushes, ricocheted off a rock, rolled through a sand trap, and stopped just six inches from the hole.”
The priest lets out a deep sigh and says, “You missed the putt, didn’t you?”