How is your Golf?


An American golfer, playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods.  Looking for the ball, he found a little Leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head, and the golfer's ball beside him.

Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him.

"Arrgh!  Wha happen?"  the leprechaun says.  "Oh, I see.   Waal, ye got me fair and square.  Ye get three wishes.  Whaddya want?"


"Thank God, you're all right!"  the golfer answers in relief.  "I don't want anything.  I'm just glad you're okay, and I apologize.  I really didn't mean to hit you."  And the golfer walks off.

"What a nice guy,"  the leprechaun says to himself.  "But it was fair and square that he got me, and I have to do something for him.  I'll give him the three things I would want --- a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic life."

A year goes by  (as it does in stories like this)  and the golfer is back.  On the same hole he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the leprechaun waiting for him.


"'Twas me that made ye hit the ball here,"  the little guy says.  "I just wanted to ask ye, how's yer golf game?"

"My game is fantastic! In fact, that's the first bad ball I've hit in a year!   I'm an Internationally famous golfer now,"  the golfer answers.  "By the way, it's good to see you're all right."

"Oh,  I'm fine now, thankee.  I did that fer yer golf game, ya know.  And tell me, how's yer money situation?"


"Why,  It's just wonderful!  I win fortunes in golf and if I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 bills I didn't even know were there!"

"I did that fer ye also.  And tell me,  how's yer sex life?"

The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and says shyly,  "Ah well,  all right I suppose."

C'mon,  c'mon now",  urged the leprechaun,  "I'm wanting to know if I did a good job.  How many times a day?"

Blushing even more, the golfer whispers,  "Once-sometimes twice a week."

"What!"  says the leprechaun in shock.  "That's all?  Only once or twice a week!?!?"

"Well,"  says the golfer,  "I figure that's not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish."