The Longest Putt Ever Made

Two old friends, Mort and Saul, were tied as they reached the eighteenth green. Mort had a monster fifty-foot putt for the win. He paced back and forth, squinting at the breaks in the grass, and spent a full five minutes lining up his shot. Just as he was about to stroke the ball, a massive storm cloud rolled in and a bolt of lightning struck the flagstick, vaporizing it instantly.

Mort didn't even flinch. He stayed in his crouch, took a smooth backswing, and tapped the ball. It rolled slowly across the green, picking up speed as it caught a ridge. It curved left, then right, and finally plopped directly into the smoking, charred hole where the flag had been.

Saul was standing there with his mouth open. "I can't believe it! Mort, that was the most incredible display of focus I've ever seen. A lightning bolt literally exploded three feet from you and you didn't even blink!"

Mort stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a shaky hand. "To be honest, Saul, after forty years of marriage, I’ve learned that when a loud flash and a big bang happen right next to me, it's usually safer if I just keep my eyes on my work and don't say a word."