Man is in the trauma center on a Saturday morning, about 11:00am. Teeth are missing, clothes are shredded, face is cut, bruised, and swollen, and a 9 iron is wrapped around his neck. Doc asks, "Damn, what the hell happened to you"? Man says, "Well, Doc, I'm not quite certain. My wife and I were at the country club for our usual Saturday morning 18 holes of golf. She teed off her first shot, and hooked it into a pasture on the side of the fairway. I teed up, and sliced my ball nto the rough on the opposite side. We were walking down the course looking for our golf balls, when I noticed something odd with one of the cows in the pasture. There was a white object right in the cow's butt. Walking closer, I could see it was a golf ball. Strange. Approaching the cow from the rear, I lifted the tail, and sure enough, it was a golf ball. In fact, it was a 'Titleist' brand, same brand that my wife uses. It was stuck firmly in the cow's asshole. Holding up the tail, I shouted to my wife saying, Honey, this looks just like yours. And that's the last thing I remember Doc".