A rookie pitcher was struggling at the mound, so the catcher walked up to have a talk with him. “I’ve figured out your problem,” he told the young southpaw. “You always lose control at the same point in every game.” “When is that?” “Right after the National Anthem.”

Two women were paired together as partners in a club tournament and met on the putting green for the first time. After introductions, the first golfer asked the second, “What’s your handicap?” “Oh, I’m a scratch golfer,” the other replied. “Really!” exclaimed the first woman, suitably impressed that she was paired up with such a strong player. “Yes, I write down all my good scores and scratch out the bad ones.”

He’s great on the court,” a sportswriter spoke of a college basketball player in a interview with his coach. “But how’s his academics?” “Why, he makes straight A’s,” replied the coach. “Wonderful!” said the sportswriter. “Yes,” agreed the coach, “but his B’s are a just little crooked.”

After giving a woman a full medical examination, the doctor explained his prescription as he wrote it out. “When you get up, take the green pill with a glass of water. Take the blue pill with a glass of water after lunch. Then just before going to bed, take the red pill with another glass of water.” “Exactly what is my problem, Doctor?” the woman asked. “You’re not drinking enough water.”

A patient wakes up after having surgery to remove a gangrenous leg. Doctor: “I have good news and bad news. “Patient: “What’s the bad news?” Doctor: “The bad news is that we amputated the wrong leg.” Patient: “That’s terrible! What’s the good news?” Doctor: “We think the other leg is going to make it alright.”

Jack tells his shrink, “Last night I dreamed you were my mother.” “How did you feel about it after you woke up?” asks the psychiatrist. “I overslept,” answers Jack. “Then I remembered I had an appointment with you, so I grabbed a Coke and some cookies for breakfast and came right over. I didn’t really have time to think about it. What does it mean, doc?” “A Coke and some cookies?” says the psychiatrist. “You call that breakfast?”