Seventy-Five Years Old

- How was your golf game, dear? - asked Jack's wife Tracy.

- Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight's gotten so bad, I couldn't see where the ball went.

- You're seventy-five years old, Jack! - admonished his wife.

- Why don't you take my brother Scott along?

- But he's eighty-five and doesn't even play golf anymore - protested Jack.

- Yes, but he's got perfect eyesight and can watch your ball for you - Tracy pointed out.

The next day Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway.

- Did you see where it went? - asked Jack.

- Yup - Scott answered.

- Well, where is it? - yelled Jack, peering off into the distance.

- I forgot.