The Swearing Golfer

An amateur golfer won a couple of passes to a local golf course and decided to invite his priest to play a round with him.

At the first tee, the priest steps up, says a brief prayer, and slams the ball 320 yards straight down the middle of the fairway. Impressed, the golfer steps up, swings, and misses the ball. He throws down his club and shouts, "Damn! I missed!" The priest is taken aback. "My son! You can't say that! God does not like swearing!" The golfer apologizes, promising not to let it happen again. At the next tee box, the priest again delivers a beautiful drive straight down the fairway. The golfer steps up, swings, and misses again. Once again he throws his club, "Damn! I missed!" "What did I tell you?" the priest asks. "God does not like your swearing, and He will not tolerate it!" Once again, the golfer apologizes. This same pattern happens over the next six holes, with the priest growing angrier and angrier at each tee box. Finally at his wits' end, the priest turns to the golfer and says, "If you swear ONE more time, God WILL strike you down with lightning!" The golfer nods, steps up, swings, and misses the ball. He throws his club once again, screaming, "Damn! I missed!" A bolt of lightning streaks from the sky and strikes the priest dead on the spot. The golfer is scared out of his mind when he hears a deep voice booming from the sky: "Damn! I missed..."