Golfing tale

A man goes to the confessional. "Forgive me,
Father,for I have sinned."
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"What is your sin, my son?" the priest asks back.
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"Well," the man starts, "I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible."
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"When did you use this awful language?" asks thePriest.
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"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that was hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only
about 100 yards."
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"Is that when you swore?"
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"No, Father," says the man. "After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away."
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"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the Father again.
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"Well, no." says the man. "You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons, and began to fly away!"
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"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed Priest.
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"No, not yet," the man replies. "As the eagle carried the squirrel away in his claws, it flew over a bit of forest near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball."
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"Did you swear THEN?" asked the impatient Priest.
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"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."
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Silence filled the confessional until the Priest sighed and said,
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"You missed the f**ing putt, didn't you?"