|Friend of mine named Dan hates to lose at golf.
He was in a foursome when his ball landed in a sand trap.
Hidden from view, the rest of us could hear him as he hacked away at the ball.
When he finally drove it out, and rejoined us, I asked him how many strokes that was.
"Three." he replied.
"Oh come on !" said another member of the group. "I heard six."