A man goes to confessional and says to his priest, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I took the Lord's name in vain while golfing."
"I understand, my son," the priest says. "I play the game as well, and it can be very frustrating. Tell me what happened?"
"Well," the man says, "I hit my drive on the fifteenth tee and it sliced to the right, into the trees."
"Was that when you cursed?" The priest asked.
"No Father, the ball bounced off a tree," the man continued. "But it bounced into a sandtrap."
"And then you did it?"
"No, I pulled out a sand wedge and chipped the ball right out of there. It rolled on to the green, hit a small dimple someone in a previous group hadn't fixed, then lipped the cup and stopped two feet away," he sighed.
"Ah, so
that was when you blasphemed," the priest nods.
"No, Father, then I..." the man replies, shaking his head, but before he can continue...
"Jesus Christ," the priest interrupts throwing up his hands, "You missed a God damned two-foot putt?!"