Perfect shot

Sam stood over his tee shot on the 420 yard 18th hole for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing.

Finally his exasperated partner asked, "What in the hell is taking so long?"

"My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony," Sam explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."

His playing partner  exclaimed. "You don't have a chance in hell of hitting her from here."