A friend of mine here in Alabama was berated by his wife when he returned late from a round of golf. He left the house at eight and promised to be home by 2. It was almost seven when he arrived and his wife demanded to know where he had been.
The man explained he’d had a terrible day, his buddy Harry had a heart attack on the eleventh hole, and the rest of the day had been ‘hit the ball and drag Harry’.
One member of their group had a heart attack. They propped him up in the golf cart and finished the round.