Picture this:

You’re on the 17th Fairway, there is a gentle southerly breeze and you’re lining up your approach with your 3 wood. You concentrate on your the little ball that you’re staring down at and thinking of the satisfaction you’re about to get by clocking it with the oversized head that allows even the most retarded players to hit a good shot. Just then out the blue…, you get hit by a Harvard. A Harvard like this one:

Except in orange and silver. AKA the AT Texan… if you’re american.

Hmm those WW2 planes sure were quite. Quite like a Spanish football game. Must have been on stealth mode, like airwolf. The injured golfer is suing the pilot for not shouting Fore!

Have you ever heard a Harvard in flight? Well if you haven’t, imagine someone sneeks into your room in the dead of night and replaces your alarm clock with a chainsaw. At 6am it’ s unmissable.

So now the 17th is a prime opportunity to build a mini-golf course, they already have one hole sorted, they just need one of those little windmills and a clown that spits the ball out, etc.

And the golfers?

Golf rule 226: Never stand under a tree or hold up your umbrella in a harvard storm