We Packer fans amuse ourselves by scaring every Minnesota fan we see strutting down the street, with that obnoxious purple and gold “Viking” on their shirt and/or hat. We would swerve our vehicles as if to hit
them, and swerve back just missing them.
One day, while driving along with my wife, I saw a priest walking. I thought I would do a good deed, so I pulled over and asked the priest,
“Where are you going, Father?”
“I’m going to say Mass at Our Lady of the Hills Church, about 2 miles down the road,” replied the priest . “Climb in, Father. I’ll give you a lift.”
The priest climbed into the rear passenger seat, and we continued down the road. Suddenly, I saw a Minnesota fan walking down the road, with that irritating “#4 Viking” shirt on, and I instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, swerved back into the road just in time. Even though I was certain that I had missed the guy, I still heard a loud thud. Not understanding where the noise came from, I glanced in my
mirrors, but still didn’t see anything. I then remembered the priest. I turned to him and said,
“Sorry Father, I almost hit that Brett Farve Minnesota fan.”
“That’s OK,” replied the priest, “I got him with the door!”
