Two women were playing golf one sunny Saturday afternoon. The first of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing ahead at the next hole. The ball hit one of the men, who immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around on the ground in agony.
The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize. She said, "Please allow me to help. I'm a professional physiotherapist and I know I can relieve your pain if you'll just allow me to."
"No, I'll be okay, just leave me alone," he said, as he remained in the fetal position on the ground, still clasping his hands together at his crotch.
But the woman persisted and he finally allowed her to help him. She gently took his hands away from his crotch and laid them at his side. She loosened his pants, put her hands inside and began to gently massage him. "Does that feel better?" she asked.
"It feels great," he said, "but my thumb still hurts like hell."
