Fred was moderately successful golfer, but as he got older he was increasingly hampered by incredible headaches. His golf, personal hygiene and love life started to suffer, he managed to push on, but when his game turned really sour he sought medical help. After being referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across a doctor who solved the problem.
"The good news is I can cure your headaches, the bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press up against the base of your spine.
The pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure and allow your swing to work again is to remove the testicles."
Fred was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he has anything to live for, but then figured at least he could play reasonable golf again.
He decided he had no choice but to go under the knife. When he left the hospital, his mind was clear, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realised that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning, swing free, and live a new life.
He went to the club for a drink and as he walked past the Pro shop thought, "That's what I need: A new outfit."
He entered the shop and told the salesman, "I'd like some new golf slacks." The salesman eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see . . . size 44 long." Fred laughed, "That's right, how did you know?" "It's my job." Fred tried on the slacks, they fitted perfectly.
As Fred admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt, I've got some great new Nicklaus stock."
Fred thought for a moment and then said, "Sure . ." . The salesman eyed Fred and said,"Let's see. . . 34 sleeve and . . . 16 and and half neck" Fred was surprised, "That's right, how did you know?" "It's my job."
Fred tried on the shirt, and it fitted perfectly. As Fred adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about new shoes, we just got new stock with soft spikes" Fred was on a roll and agreed. The salesman said, "Let's see. . .9 and a half. . . wide."
Fred was astonished, "That's right, how did you know?" "It's my job." Fred tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Fred walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How about a new hat?" Without hesitating, Fred said, "Sure . ."
The salesman eyed Fred's head and said, "Let's see . . . 7 5/8." Fred was really impressed, "That's right, how did you know?" "It's my job."
The hat fit perfectly. Fred was feeling great, when the salesman asked, "How about some new underwear, got some great new imported stock." Fred thought for a second and said, "Sure . . " The salesman stepped back, eyed Fred's waist and said, "Let's see. . size 36."
Fred laughed, "No, I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years old." The salesman shook his head, "You can't wear a size 34 - every time you swing it would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache."
