A Bad Golfer

During my physical examination, my doctor asked me about my physical activity level.

I described a typical day – “Well, yesterday afternoon, I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain.

I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through brambles.

I got sand in my shoes and my eyes. I avoided standing on a snake.

I climbed several rocky hills. Took a few ‘leaks’ behind some big trees.

The mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank eight beers.”

Inspired by the story, the doctor said, “You must be one hell of an outdoors man!”

“No,” I replied, “I’m just a bad golfer.”