Dave had tried to be particularly careful about his language, as he played golf with his preacher. But on the twelfth hole, when he twice failed to hit out of a sand trap, he lost his resolve and let fly with a string of expletives. The preacher felt obliged to respond. "I have observed," he said, in a calm voice, "that the best golfers do not use foul language." "I guess not," said Dave. "What the hell do they have to cuss about?"