A father and son were playing a round of golf which quickly became very competitive. Dad was ahead by a couple of strokes, then the son pulled ahead by a few; it went back and forth.
The score was all tied up as father and son approached the 18th green. The son was first to putt, two putting. Now the father could win the match if he sank his 25-foot putt. He took his time, walking around the green, eyeing up the putt. Finally, he addressed the ball, swung his putter and watched as the ball jumped right in the cup.
The father punched his fist in the air, turned and pointed his putter toward his son saying, "I bet you were praying I would’ve missed that putt."
Taking a step toward his father, the son replied, "Dad, I always pray for you to win—always, no matter what it might be."
With that, father and son then strode toward the clubhouse, arm in arm, to celebrate.