See no evil

In his nineties, Paddy had played golf nearly every day since he retired.  But one day he came home in a depression.  And in response to his wife’s sympathetic enquiry he said

“I’m giving up golf.  My eyesight is so bad now I can’t see where the ball goes after I hit it!”

And Mary said

“Why don’t you take my brother Mick with you?  He wouldn’t mind the exercise!”

“Mick?” said Paddy, “but sure he’s older than I am!”

“That’s true”, said his wife, “but his eyesight is perfect”.

So Paddy headed off to the golf course the next day with Mick in tow.  He teed up, hit a fine drive and squinted down the fairway, losing sight of the ball almost immediately.  And he turned to Mick.

“Did you see the ball?”

“Of course I did, my eyesight is perfect.  Fine shot!”

“Great, where did it go?”

And Mick frowned

“Can’t remember....”

(thanks Ken!)