CSI on the Golf Course

You might not know Sly, but you probably know someone like him. I have changed his name to protect the not so innocent. Sly is one of those people who could sell ice to an Eskimo. He got his reputation back in high school. Sly wasn’t a big athlete, but he talked a great game. He wasn’t the best looking guy on campus, either, but he was always convinced that the girls all loved him and the grownups adored him. That sort of confidence has always served him well, too. Sly likes people and he doesn’t seem to notice if they like him or not. He just goes through life entertaining everyone he meets. In a nutshell, Sly is fun. Take the time he was overheard hamming it up for a group of golfers down at the Country Club.

Sly had played in a golf tournament the previous weekend in a nearby town and he was telling ‘em all about it. Sly made it perfectly clear that he thought one of the men he had played against was fudging on the score. For the record, the other men thought this was interesting because they have often suspected Sly of shaving a stroke off his own score now and then.

“Well,” one of the guys said, “Did y’all ever catch him cheating?”
“No,” Sly said, “but after what I saw him do that last day, I’d put my hands on a stack
of Bibles and say that he was.” Everyone laughed during the big pause until someone finally took the bait.”

“Oh, go ahead and tell us,” Johnny said. “What’d he do that was bad?”
Sly grinned and looked around and then, once he was sure he had everyone’s attention he said. “Well, when he signed his name to the score card, he took his golf towel and wiped the fingerprints off the pencil!”

Hugs,
Shellie