One of the golfers on the pro tour some years ago was a pompous egomaniac with the
emotional maturity of a six-year-old. He could do nothing wrong and always had a quick
excuse for any loss: it was a lousy course, the other golfers were cheating, the weather
was terrible, etc. As if these faults were not enough, he was also not above hustling a
few extra dollars playing amateurs in cities on the tour for $50 a hole.
One day he was approached by a man wearing dark glasses and carrying a white cane who
offered to play him for $100 a hole. "Why, I can't play you," the professional
protested. "You're blind, aren't you?" "Yes, I am," replied the man.
"But that's all right. I was a state champion before I went blind. I think I can beat
you." Now the conceited one had not been doing well lately--he needed the money.
Anyway, blind or not, if the guy was crazy enough to challenge him...well, why not?
"You did say $100 a hole?"
The blind man nodded. "Well, all right. It's a deal. But don't say I didn't warn
you--you'll lose your money. When would you like to play?" "Any night at
all," replied the blind man. "Any night at all."