A guy is playing golf at a new course and is understandably nervous on the 1st tee. He pulls out his driver, loosens up with a couple of practice swings and steps up to his ball. Nerves get the better of him and he makes a horrendous slice into the car park and out of bounds. He places another ball on the tee, relaxes a little and hits a 250 yard drive straight down the middle. Grabbing his trolley he heads off down the fairway.
Unbeknown to the golfer his ball lands in the car park, takes an almighty kick off the tarmac and flies over the boundary fence, down a grassy bank, and bounces onto the adjacent motorway. Richocets again and flies straight through the window of an on coming fuel tanker stunning the driver. The tanker swerves across the opposite side of the motorway, tips over and causes an almighty collision with the carraigeway strewn with cars and bodies.
The golf ball bounces on the floor of the tankers cab, flies back out of the window and down the nearby railway embankment. The 10.18 is just heading past when the ball flies through the windscreen stunning the driver, who then doesn't brake at the next station and ploughs the train into another causing destruction in all directions.
The golf ball bounces on the floor of the train cab and shoots straight up in the air and smashes through the windscreen of a passing jumbo jet instantly stunning the pilot and co-pilot. With no-one to control the plane it unfortuantly lands in the nearest populated area on a housing estate.
The golfer finishes his round with a nice 8 footer for par and pleased with himself heads for the Club bar.
While stood at one end of the bar enjoying a cold one he can't help but hear the Club Pro telling a group of members about the unfortuanate turn of events;
"...........and then the plane crashed, last count 495 dead and 39 injured."
The golfer is in bits. He thinks what the hell am I going to do. So he waits until the Club Pro is stood at the bar on his own and he sidles up to him with his drink and stuttering says;
"Excuse, ahem ex.....ex.....excuse me sir, I couldn't help but overhear what you were then saying. I f....fff.....fffff........feel terrible. That was my...my....my....ball that caused that terrible catastrophe and killed all those poor innocents. However will I live with myself? Whatever shall I do? Please tell me!"
And the Club Pro says;
"Next time turn your shoulders more fully, keep the weight on your back foot longer and keep your head still."