An American arrives in Limerick and fancies a game of golf. He goes to the local club and asks if there's anyone who could play a round with him the following day saying they'd need to be good as he's pretty handy himself.
"Sure Doyles yer man." says the fella at the bar and he calls a boy over. "Here Doyle, will ya play this fella a game of golf tomorrow?"
"Aye sure!" says Doyle, "9 o'clock tomorrow morning, though I might be half an hour late."
"That'll do" says the American.
The next morning Doyle wanders up spot on 9 o'clock with a cracking set of right handed clubs and proceeds to stuff the American.
"You gotta give me a chance to win a game tomorrow!" says the American.
"Sure," says Doyle. 9 o'clock, though I may be half an hour late!"
The next morning Doyle arrives dead on 9 o'clock this time with a full set of left handed clubs.
"I've got him now." thinks the American. "He's playing with left handed clubs.
Doyle proceeds to give the American a golfing lesson.
"Ok that's it!" says the American "You have to give me a chance tomorrow to at least win one game!"
"Well ok," say's Doyle, "9 o'clock, but I may be half an hour late!"
That night the American cant stop thinking about being beaten and the next morning Doyle is late and arrives at 9.30.
"Tell me this," starts the American, "You beat me with right handed clubs then left handed clubs. How do you decide which clubs to play with?"
"Ahh sure thats easy," says Doyle, "when I wake up if my wife is lying on her right side I use the right clubs, if she's on her left side I use the left ones."
"What if she's lying on her back?" asks the American.
"Well now, thats why I'm half an hour late!"