After a 2 year study, the National Science Foundation has
determined the following results about corporate America’s
recreational activities.

The sport of choice for unemployed or jailed people is BASKETBALL.
The sport of choice for maintenance employees is BOWLING.
The sport of choice for line workers is FOOTBALL.
The sport of choice for Supervisors is BASEBALL.
The sport of choice for Middle Management is TENNIS.
And finally, the sport of choice for Upper Management is GOLF.

CONCLUSION :

That the higher you are in the corporate structure, the smaller
your balls become.

There are three golfers, (Bob, Max and Ted) who are looking for a
fourth. Bob mentions that his friend George is a pretty good golfer,
so they decide to invite him for the following Saturday.

“Sure, I’d love to play,” says George, “but I may be about ten minutes
late, so wait for me.”

Come Saturday the original three arrive promptly at 9 and find George
already waiting for them. He plays right-handed and beats them all.
Quite pleased with their new fourth, they ask him if he’d like to play
again the following Saturday.

“Yeah, sounds great,” says George. “But I may be about 10 minutes late
so wait for me.”

The following Saturday they all arrive and find George already there.
But this time George plays left-handed, and still beats them all. As
they get ready to leave, George says, “I’ll see you all next Saturday,
but I may be 10 minutes late so wait for me.”

Every week George is right on time and plays great with whichever hand
he decides to use. And every week he departs with the same message.
After a couple of months, Ted is pretty tired of this routine, so he
says, “Wait a minute George. Every week you say you may be 10 minutes
late and you are always on time, then you beat us either right or left
handed. What’s the story?”

“Well,” George says, “I’m kinda superstitious, When I get up in the
morning, I look at my wife, if she is sleeping on her left side, I
play left handed, and if she’s sleeping on her right, I play right
handed.”

“So what do you do if she is sleeping on her back?” Bob asks. “Then
I’m 10 minutes late,” George replies.

A golfer and his buddies were playing a big round of golf for
$200. At the eighteenth green the golfer had a ten foot putt
to win the round, and the $200.

As he was lining up his putt, a funeral procession started
to pass by. The golfer set down his putter, took off his hat,
placed it over his chest, and waited for the funeral procession
to pass. After it passed, he picked up his putter and returned
to lining up his putt.

One of his buddies said, “That was the most touching thing I
have ever seen. I can’t believe you stopped playing, possibly
losing your concentration, to pay your respects.”

The golfer turned to him and said, “Well, it was the least I
could do. We were married for 45 years!”