A man goes to the confessional. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

What is your sin, my son?" the priest asks back.

"Well," the man starts, "I used some horrible language this week and
feel absolutely terrible."

"When did you use this awful language?" asks the priest.

"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was
going to go over 280 metres, but it struck a phone line that was hanging
over the fairway and fell
straight down to the ground after going only about 100 metres."

"Is that when you swore?"

"No, Father," says the man. "After that, a possum ran out of
the bushes and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away."

"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the Father again.

"Well, no." says the man. "You see, as the possum was running, an
eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the possum in his talons and
began to fly away!"

"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed Priest.

"No, not yet," the man replies. "As the eagle carried the possum away
in his claws, it flew over a bit of forest near the green and the
possum dropped my ball.

" Did you swear THEN?" asked the impatient Priest.

"No, because as the ball fell, it struck a tree, bounced through some
bushes, careened off a big rock, and rolled through a sand trap onto the
green and stopped within six inches of the hole."

Silence filled the confessional until the Priest sighed and said, "You
missed the f*%#ing putt, didn't you?"