Years ago, the chaplain of the football team at Notre Dame
was a beloved old Irish priest. At confession one day, a
football player told the priest that he had acted in an
unsportsmanlike manner at a recent football game. "I lost my
temper and said some bad words to one of my opponents."
"Ahhh, that's a terrible thing for a Notre Dame lad to be
doin'," the priest said. He took a piece of chalk and drew a
mark across the sleeve of his coat.
"That's not all, Father. I got mad and punched one of my
opponents."
"Saints preserve us!" the priest said, making another chalk
mark.
"There's more. As I got out of a pileup, I kicked two of the
other team's players in the knee."
"Oh, goodness me!" the priest wailed, making two more chalk
marks on his sleeve. "Who in the world were we playin' when
you did these awful things?"
"Southern Methodist."
"Ah, well," said the priest, wiping his sleeve, "boys will
be boys."
Courtesy: Andychap.
was a beloved old Irish priest. At confession one day, a
football player told the priest that he had acted in an
unsportsmanlike manner at a recent football game. "I lost my
temper and said some bad words to one of my opponents."
"Ahhh, that's a terrible thing for a Notre Dame lad to be
doin'," the priest said. He took a piece of chalk and drew a
mark across the sleeve of his coat.
"That's not all, Father. I got mad and punched one of my
opponents."
"Saints preserve us!" the priest said, making another chalk
mark.
"There's more. As I got out of a pileup, I kicked two of the
other team's players in the knee."
"Oh, goodness me!" the priest wailed, making two more chalk
marks on his sleeve. "Who in the world were we playin' when
you did these awful things?"
"Southern Methodist."
"Ah, well," said the priest, wiping his sleeve, "boys will
be boys."
Courtesy: Andychap.
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