This afternoon I was privileged to play golf with a local State Farm agent, who must be on the Championship Team. On the first hole, he hit the ball down to the ladies tee, so I politely drove him to his ball. As he leaned out the cart to pick up the ball, out he went, head over heels! I did not laugh. In fact, I didn’t even smile. He finally go up brushed himself off and all he said was, “Don’t tell my wife!” I think we will play again–soon–if he is able.