I received this from the Groaners listserv via Stan Kegel.

There was a young lad who was counting on his Uncle Al to take him to the circus. On the big day, however, his mother told him that his Uncle had flown to Australia to see the Davis Cup matches.

“I didn’t know Uncle Al loved that game so much,” mourned the boy.

“Oh, but he does,” she assured him, “Many’s the time I’ve heard … Alfred laud tennis, son!”