The local golf course was haunted by an evil leprechaun who liked to exploit the ambitions of the poorer players. He would promise an improved ability to play the game in exchange for something really big, and then laugh at the unfortunate player’s predicament.

One day, he popped up beside one golfer who was participating in a club competition.

“Look,” he said, “I’ll make a deal with you. If you agree never to court a woman, flirt with a girl or marry, I’ll help you win.”

“Done,” said the golfer.

The leprechaun was very pleased with his conniving ways, and chuckled merrily. The golfer proceeded to play a perfect game and everyone was amazed.

When the golfer was in the clubhouse being praised by the other members, the leprechaun popped up on the shelf of the locker beside him. “Hey,” he whispered, “I have to have your name for my records. What is it?”

The golfer grinned, straightened his collar and answered, “Father Murphy.”