I got this in an e-mail message today from friends who live in Massacusetts:

Subject: Go Red Sox!!!


A Red Sox Fan used to amuse himself by scaring every Yankee fan he saw
strutting down the street in the obnoxious NY pinstripe shirt. He would
swerve his van as if to hit them , and then swerve back just missing them.

One day, while driving along, he saw a priest walking . He thought he
would do a good deed, so he pulled over and asked, " Where are you going
Father?".
"I'm going to give mass at St. Francis' church, about 2 miles down the
road" replied the priest. " Climb in Father, I'll give you a lift!"
The priest climbed into the back passenger seat and they continued down
the road.

Suddenly, the driver saw a Yankee Fan walking down the road and he swerved
instinctively as if to hit him. But, as usual,he swerved back into the
road just in time.

Even though he was certain that he had missed the guy, he still heard a
loud thud.

Not understanding where the noise came from, he glanced in the mirror but
still didn't see anything. He then remembered the priest and he turned
back to him and said, "I'm sorry Father, I almost hit that Yankee fan. "

"That's okay", replied the priest " I got him with the door"